Day 155 - Longing for fresh Fruits

(Ursula) The transport docked late last night while we were sleeping. It was by a small village. Heinz and I went on shore to have a look around. It was precisely how I had imagined a jungle village—straw huts between trees and plants.

There was no market for fresh produce, but a little Indian man led us barefoot past a Farinha plantation on a narrow clay path to his jungle hut. His wife sold us fresh watermelons, bananas, and oranges. We couldn’t wait to taste this deliciousness. What a treat after so many days of basically eating rice and fish!

The tugboat detached and went upriver to refuel. The journey continued ...

Now that our river cruise was ending, we were convinced we could endure it even longer. But I wonder how much longer that would be. Haha!

As we passed a few sandbanks, we could observe magnificent specimens of Bufeo in the clear water. Sometimes they played around and jumped out of the water in a high arc.

What else is new? We had fish again for lunch, but today we only ate fillets. It was actually much better without bones.

At 8 PM, we had to dock because of poor visibility and the risk of running aground. Heinz and Peter went night fishing and caught a baby Bufeo by accident. They let it slip back into its element.

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