If there’s one thing that scares me more than losing a toe to a piranha, it’s the threat of regret. After a day spent eating grubs and swinging on jungle vines and visiting with pink river dolphins, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of wanting to swim in the Rio Negro. So as the sun set over the tea-colored Amazon, in I went.
Day # 11,051: Our second day in the Amazon, and breakfast proved to be much more entertaining than I had imagined: the lodge does a great job of serving up local Amazonian cuisine, and breakfast was one of the highlights. Fried plantains, tapioca pancakes made from the ubiquitous local manioc plant (points for style, but […]
Day #11,050: The Amazon is one of those places I’ve had a high school crush on for quite some time. The sort of desperate infatuation that one assumes can only exist from afar, never to be realized. Or so you think. Somehow on this morning I woke up- next to my real high school crush, […]
Whew. I can finally exhale a huge sigh of relief, uncross fingers & toes, and boldly announce: I’m off to Brazil! The reason for all this superstitious witchcraft? Despite having looked forward to this trip for the past month, I didn’t realize we needed a visa until last Sunday- less than two weeks before we […]