Return to Manaus

After a delicious breakfast of fried bananas, pancakes, omelette and fruit (we are now obese), we stopped at one of the few beaches that are not flooded at this time of the year to have a final swim in Rio Negro., Beth felt particularly brave that she was swimming despite knowing what dangerous fish the river holds (at this stage Steve feels like he must interject that piranhas only migrate shady swamps, crocodiles really only come out at night and that however big, there are no more carnivorous fish in the Rio Negro. Beth ignores him totally and continues to feel very brave).

Next we headed to the old Manaus prison which, although has not been used for over 100 years, still felt unsettling and evil and despite 38 degrees, we felt cold. Apparently the islanders still lock really bad villagers up in one of the cells. Then Steve spotted a winged ant the length of an index finger. We left.

Two bottles of insect repellent and a bottle of suncream later we arrived back in Manaus, sunburnt, bitten all over but happy! What an amazing adventure and one that we'd highly recommend.