Rowing sitting down - either way
they were calm and glided us in straight line towards our destination.
Many of us had a go at rowing this way and found it anything but easy;
the oars are incredibly heavy and just keeping them in place was a task
in itself, let alone actually propelling the boat through the water.
What followed was a period of splashing, drifting, circling and general
huffing & puffing as we took our turn; even our Cambridge rower found
the oars slightly unwieldy.
Another boat moored up...
Now this is the treehouse that I want - fantastic...
Our prow...
Another more ornate boat...
Great Puma heads...
... and rowed without any problem by two little
old ladies...
You could see the buoyant root mass in the clear water...
We stopped for coca tea and a passport stamp on
this larger island. Some of the islands were very large and they even
had a school on one.
Miche and I beneath an arch and Inca cross...