The day started with great excitement. Christmas trees and
decorations appeared overnight in the public areas.
A waiter at breakfast said that some of the grassier areas
look from a distance just like England, a thought that had already occurred to
TSH and Diva. A second waiter walked past muttering in gloomy fashion ‘we are
in the middle of nowhere’.
The deck was not as wet as just after yesterday’s torrential
rain when in some parts there were several inches to wade through. There were
lots of small moths and insects but no big ones. The scariest landed on Diva’s
lip and almost into her mouth.
The excursion was to a show in an air-conditioned centre. It
covered traditional music and dance with fantastic costumes – a pale imitation
of Rio’s Carnivale, but still very enjoyable. Until half way through when the
lights went out at a dramatic part which seemed to be some kind of death rite.
Everyone thought it was part of the drama but it turned out to be a power cut which
might be fixed in five minutes ‘or tomorrow’. So everyone returned to the ship
early, disappointed but impressed with the enthusiasm of the dancers.
Moving back towards the northern hemisphere and the Amazon
mouth.
No new animals today (especially tigers) – just more
vultures.
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