"My dad studies fossils or something. What about you?" I ,Rich Arnold, replied.
"I'm here because my dad is a photographer. I guess we are both going to the Amazon. right?" the Hispanic boy answered. "My name is Jose Carlson"
The conversation headed in the same direction for the next ten minutes ,but the boys both got sucked into their different websites for the rest of the flight to Manaus ,Brazil.
Once we arrived we each loaded our single suitcase onto two different Jeeps of a convoy that headed into the jungle. Until, we stopped at a port. The scientist and other people who are going to the fossil dig site, such as Jose's father, ate lunch. The children ate fast and then played before they had to get on the small ship waiting to swim us up the Amazon.
The ship powered the passengers to the dig site just before dark. Because we were late, we rushed to set up camp.
The camp was setup on a clearing just off the coast of the Amazon and about a hundred yards down stream from a tributary. The ground was muddy ,but since I'm gonna spend my next two weeks here I won't complain.
I'm going to sleep early ,because I have no idea what is in store for me tomorrow.