DRIFT Travel Spring 2021

At midday she is interminable. A brown ocean covered in floating debris with
islands of aquatic plants adrift on the currents, arks of life blooming with purple
lilies. Sometimes great tree trunks drift by, ripped up by their roots in some
violent storm up river.
In the late afternoon, when the heat of the day builds to a steaming furnace and
culminates in a tropical storm, shafts of white lightning streak the sky, raking the
rainforest with angry fingers, casting a strobe light show across the waters.
But when it is all over and the sun is once more a molten ball sinking on the
horizon, the small communities whose timber huts line the riverbanks, steam in
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