At about 21.00pm there was a very suspicious cargo drop. A small duffel bag had been left on a barrel on the front of the boat, we had noticed this when we were sitting on the concrete bags only moments earlier, then we were asked to leave as it was 'dangerous!' rubbish, then another person said that if the police saw us they would fine us. Nobody had seen any police on the entire river, it was unheard of. A man got off with the bag, and the empty barrel as a decoy. He disappeared into the distance, returned about five minutes later without the bag, mmmmm, I wonder what was going on? Whilst this was going on, the people of the town had come out to load on plantain. There was so much of this stuff already on the boat, and they were loading on a lot more, why oh why would they do this. We came to a conclusion that they use plantains as a replacement for money. I was being bit really badly, I was shouting, swearing, these fucking mosquitoes, the fucking plantain, why aren't we leaving, what the hell is going on? There was no escape from the bastards, I put some long sleeve clothes on, it was too little too late, plus they also bit me through my layers of clothes and repellent. After enduring far too much of this torture we finally left, I was now bitten so much I had become all feverish, shaking, a mixture of cold and hot sweats and I was unbearably itchy. I went to bed in a fit of rage and fever, couldn't get comfortable or sleep but must have passed out eventually.