Day3

Today I took a boat down the main river leading into the amazons. The boat stopped so that we could explore around and I found a small village of natives. I met a young boy named Shike who was caring for his dying grandmother. He asked me if I could go get some fish for him and his grandmother. The village had some sort of contraption that you stood on to fish and after 30 longs minutes I had 5 fish in my basket. Farther up the river I saw them throw a dead dog in the river and watch the Paranas devour it. I was the most gruesome sight I had ever seen. Shike's grandmother died right as I walked away from the tent and back to my hotel. The smell of the fish and the smoke from the huts will be with me forever.