Necessity is the mother of creativity and clearly we were in need of something to help us through the second half of our journey on the boat. A short spell on dry land was to provide the solution. During yet another interminable hiatus in a nondescript Amazonian town, we decided to go on a mission for strong booze. The boat's stock of weak lager was simply not up to the job, we sought after rum. In a small shop close to the dock we discovered our booty in the form of a pale rum with an impressive identity - 'Captain Amazonas' - we were saved!
As usual, we spent the day sweating cobs, swatting flies and swaying to and fro until the sun set and the stars began to emerge out of an indigo sky. As our core temperatures returned to safe levels we made our way to the upper deck. In the cooler evening air, with the dark shores of the forest flowing by, this point in the day was the one time the boat excelled itself. This fine setting was to provide the backdrop for the inaugural appearance of Captain Amazonas.
Grabbing a plastic table and chairs we embarked upon an evening of card games and drinking. By the time we were playing the ubiquitous game,
shithead, we were well on our way to being three sheets to the wind. The rum was efficacious, easing away all the pressures of life on the river Amazon. A few timely additions of
Skol lager into the mix resulted in a trio of gringoes making far more noise than the rest of the passengers combined. The pinnacle of our antics was our invasion of the bridge. With the boat moored and the crew resting, we took the chance to behave like a troop of monkeys behind the wheel of our fluvial prison. Mutiny! We had found our release, the rest of the journey would be prove to be plain sailing.
As usual, we spent the day sweating cobs, swatting flies and swaying to and fro until the sun set and the stars began to emerge out of an indigo sky. As our core temperatures returned to safe levels we made our way to the upper deck. In the cooler evening air, with the dark shores of the forest flowing by, this point in the day was the one time the boat excelled itself. This fine setting was to provide the backdrop for the inaugural appearance of Captain Amazonas.
Grabbing a plastic table and chairs we embarked upon an evening of card games and drinking. By the time we were playing the ubiquitous game, shithead, we were well on our way to being three sheets to the wind. The rum was efficacious, easing away all the pressures of life on the river Amazon. A few timely additions of Skol lager into the mix resulted in a trio of gringoes making far more noise than the rest of the passengers combined. The pinnacle of our antics was our invasion of the bridge. With the boat moored and the crew resting, we took the chance to behave like a troop of monkeys behind the wheel of our fluvial prison. Mutiny! We had found our release, the rest of the journey would be prove to be plain sailing.
2 comments:
oh, and 'shithead' isn't swearing?!
OK, point taken. Less of the Stasi censorship from now on.
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