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Kevin was excited. 'I have a lot of things to do,' he said. 'Cancel my flight and call my parents. They're going to be really disappointed, but I've been dreaming about a trip like this the whole time I've been down here. A real jungle, a real Indian village, not a tourist trap. I'll take photographs like mad. I'll take a lot of film along, even a tripod. I'll have to find some way to pack the cameras in waterproof tins or plastic, something that will keep the water out and float. I have to extend my visa. We'll be there more than a month, won't we? I'm sure it's going to be really great.'

'I don't think that I'll be coming along,' Itzik said.

'Why not, Itzik?' I asked in surprise. 'It's going to be a fantastic trip.'

'If I go off into the jungle, I won't have any time left to travel in Chile. The rainy season will start, and I'll miss the chance.'

'Chile, schmili. Don't you think a trip into the jungle sounds a lot more interesting?'

Kevin didn't understand, for we were speaking Hebrew, and he went to get more ice cream. I heard him tell the vendor, 'Más grande, por favor.'

'What's the problem?' he asked as he handed us cones.

'Itzik doesn't think that he wants to come along,' I explained. 'He wants to go to Chile.'

'Don't worry, he'll come,' Kevin smiled. 'I'll see to it. Take my word.'

Kevin tried to change Itzik's mind. He promised