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[[insertion]] March 2, 1930 [[/insertion]]

Corumbá will repay the time it takes to get there. The mosquitoes are feasting on my legs now and distracting my mind. There is a German sitting here talking to me, too. He is going to Corumbá. I think he is from Paraguay. He and his son don't think much of Brasil, especially the Essen here. But this hotel is so much less filthy than the last one at Aquidauana that I'm satisfied.
I hope to leave Corumbá next Thursday, but if there is an earlier boat I'll take that, unless the collecting is very good. There were some good spots west of Aquidauana 
I'd like to stop, but there is no