Today we reached the river that was near my path – two hours after setting off, which seems unrealistic compared to the slow pace of the archaeological group. I know it's a matter of strain and experience, but I sense that this also reflects a certain lack of energy characteristic of Europeans. I decided to escort the group to the river, so as not to make it obvious that I was referring to that path. Besides, I wanted to make sure no one noticed that strange stone this time either. We walked past it as if nothing had happened – no one looked away, but I had the impression a few glances had passed it. And nothing! The embedded stone practically gleamed in the sunlight. I helped the group cross the river, as much as my help could be of any use, and then retreated to the path with all my equipment.

Upon reaching the path, I took a closer look at the stone. Up close, this stone seems just as special as it did from a distance. My earlier observations were confirmed: it's a typical stone, the kind you'd find along paths or in the undergrowth, but in this case, something like a diamond is embedded in the stone. This round stone conceals something resembling a moth. This isn't a new sight for me; a similar stone has been with me since childhood and I wear it as a necklace. I had it with me today, and although I remember its shape and curves perfectly, I took it out to compare. At first glance, these stones seem quite similar, but upon closer inspection, they turn out to be quite different – ​​not in color or texture, but the nocturnal butterflies inside them have several distinguishing characteristics – slight differences in size and coloration. This could all be due to differences in light, but I'm betting on the possibility of trapping different representative...

I decided to return to that rock later - for now, I had to prepare camp: pitch the tent, gather fuel, build fences, and light a fire. I took my gun out so I'd have it handy, just in case. I chose a campsite near the small waterfall where I used to take a shower. It has a large enough patch of sand to accommodate my planned camp.

My camp is set up to separate me from the forest by fire – I don't want anything from the forest sneaking into my shelter. I've set the tent entrance in a direction away from the path I came from. A low fence made of branches and sticks surrounds the whole thing. If an animal were to approach, I hoped the snapping of branches would be loud enough to wake me. It was more of my own idea – I don't know if it makes sense, but I didn't want to ask about such security measures. I spent a lot of time building the bed - for safety reasons (snakes and spiders), but after all, I was going to spend a good few days here, so I preferred to ensure at least a little comfort.

All these preparations took so long that darkness fell. So I abandoned today's hikes, washed up, and ate. Now I think I'll stay by the fire for a while before going to bed. The sky is clear, the river water is calm. It's a pretty nice place to camp.