the Green Waters of Mother Earth

The hairs on my arms stood at full attention as the skiff came toward us. Electricity was in the atmosphere, literally and figuratively, and my mind was charged with excitement.
The boat motor roared to life up the tributary, the air rushing to the nostrils and filling my senses.

As the channel narrowed and the jungle closed in around us, I felt for a moment as though I was on the Adventure land ride at Disney, but instead of mechanical animals making sounds through hidden speakers, our boat was dodging killer wasp nests, spiders from overhanging bushes, and listening to howler monkeys playing in the shadows.

We passed many a local, working in the jungle transporting timber down the river, fishing so they could feed their families, moving produce to other villages. Most would smile and wave, others would just stare with a feeling in their eyes of curiosity in what we must see in their homeland.

Oh, how the green Amazonian waters of the great Mother Earth astound me.

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Wench, bring my ale, what say you?