21.
We walk for another two uneventful, but tense, hours. The path beneath our feet is widening while, at the same time, the tree-lined canopy above our heads is getting taller and thicker, so that what’s left of the late afternoon sun is almost completely blocked out, like an unexpected partial eclipse. But then, just like that, the darkness is replaced with bright sunlight as the canopy is suddenly broken by an unexpected opening in the jungle.
Rodney stops, turns.
“You hear that?” he says, his voice soft but strong at the same time.
I stop, listen.
I hear water. Water flowing. Taking another step forward I confirm my suspicion. What lies before me is a deep gorge. At the bottom of the gorge is a high, swift-moving river that’s filled with rapids. Leslie stands beside me. Carlos’s v
