Our full day in the jungle started with a trip back in one of those little narrow shanty boats up river to a canopy walkway, one of the longest in the world. The short walk up the hill to the start had us rather warm, even with regular stops. The canopy walk, or more accurately the rope bridge strapped to nearby trees didn’t look particularily safe, although there was some reassurance by the fact some of it was closed for it’s regular replacement. So off we set, swinging from side to side on Caroline’s favourite type of bridge, looking down from heights of up to 40 metres. After that was the 40 minute hike up to the top of the hill, for views over some other hills. Suffice it to say we were warm, and I haven’t sweated that much, ever.
The boat trip up the rapids had told us to prepare for getting wet, but for some reason it didn’t quite twig that I shouldn’t wear shorts and a t-shirt. At least I had my camera in it’s fancy new underwater housing to get this shot. Three rapids, and several complete soakings later, and just as the little man at the back with the bucket for bailing the water out got tired, we made it to the natives village. To be fair they seemed to look like they lived in the straw huts, but the guy demonstrating fire starting and blowing darts was wearing a Quiksilver baseball cap and t-shirt… That soaking had washed off our mozzie repellant, so after a few minutes in that village we were literally itching to get back in the boat and down those rapids.