He took the rucksack in my hand and threw it on board. "Go on."
I stepped into the swaying boat, thanked him, and entered the cabin. I had no plan to engage in a conversation with the mad professor, but he knocked on the wooden door. I ignored him and took out a book from my bag. A few days before the expedition, I had found a fiction book about an entomologist studying ants in the Amazon jungle. I had thought it was a good book to ready myself for the environment of the jungle. I thought wrong.
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