As I write this, I am lodging in a sleepy little town in the middle of the rainforest. The vegetation on display is truly fascinating, sporting a richness and vibrancy which you’d be hard pressed to find anywhere in England, let alone in Brighton. On the less positive side, however, is the humidity. I swear, if the air was any more moist, there would be fish swimming through it. Even worse than the moisture, however, are the insects. Such little pests they are. Fortunately, I carry a repurposed beekeepers outfit for just such purposes, and while it gets very warm at times, it has so far let me avoid any stings and bites. And a good thing too. A great many of the locals seemed to be struck with some form of terrible illness, leading to a slowing of movement, a greying of skin, a loss of body heat and in several cases so far, outright death. I am afraid that some of the members of my party have been thus afflicted, and might not make a recovery. Thankfully, I remain in good health. Possibly thanks to my beekeeper’s suit, since I have heard such illnesses often spread with the aid of mosquitoes. On a more positive note, I have begun my studies of local stone samples, and I believe there might be a good site for a mine in the nearby mountains. More on that as it develops. Sgd. Your appropriately cautious Son, Joseph Edwards