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Sylvia
starts back...
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...eventually
negotiates embarkation....
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...and
we're on our way back down river.
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We
seem to be in more of a hurry...
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...than
others.
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Meanwhile,
back at the beach things seem to be going on much as before.
Pah! We receive understandably odd looks as we, pastey faced
old white people in combats, get into our riverboats and head
back to Minerva.
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This
is the dome from Manaus's famous Teatro
Amazonas opera house, built during the C19 rubber boom.
It didn't catch on as a venue...being in the middle of bloody
nowhere!
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And
so night begins to fall, and we set sail up the Negro towards
the Amazon proper. As you go from one river to the other there
is a weird non-mixing phenomenon, caused by the difference
in speed and density of the two rivers...
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...which
you can just see in this image. Called 'the meeting of
the waters',the colour difference is caused by the silt
in the Amazon vs the fresher water of the Negro. It lasts
at least a mile or so - very odd.
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