Into the Amazon.

Today we crossed the river where the brown water of the Rio Amazonas and meets the black water of the Rio Negro. Being inherently racist, this water stays segregated and leads to a phenomena in the Meeting of the Waters.


Fortunately, by the time the water reaches the Atlantic it has fully integrated and even elected a black water president.

The trip to our jungle lodge took several hours. We crossed the Amazon in a small boat, then an hour's car ride, then a ferry ride, then another hour in the car, and finally a thirty minute canoe ride to get to the lodge.


The canoe ride was surreal because the water is very dark and very still which makes it function as a perfect mirror. This leads to an optical illusion where you can't actually tell where the waterline is and you start feel like you're floating through the air high up in the trees, leading to some vertigo. Seriously, here's a photo off the front of our boat. The waterline is roughly half way up the photo. Can you even see it?


This one is a little easier since you can see the trunks of the trees are slightly wet where they touch the water: