Cruising the Rio Negro

Today they took us to a big sandbar in the middle of the river. The white sand went on and on forever. We had the beach all to ourselves and had a chance to go swimming in water as warm as bathwater.

That night, Robyn and I had a wildlife sighting right in our cabin. I came out of our bathroom and heard a squeaking noise. I ran to the end of the room, where Robyn was standing. She asked, 'What is it?' and I replied, 'I heard something' and then I saw it -- a frog clinging to the molding around the bathroom door RIGHT NEXT TO WHERE MY HEAD WOULD BE IF I WERE LYING ON MY BUNK! We both ran out of our cabin, shrieking, down to the crew's quarters. The first guy we came to, Francisco the mechanic, doesn't speak much English and didn't understand what we were saying. (the crew later told us they thought someone had fallen into the water by the way we were carrying on) So then I grabbed Zacharias, one of the guys who does speak English, and dragged him into our room. He calmly picked up the frog with a rag (after I took some pictures of him, of course! and dropped him into the water.