We had a bit of time to just chill out in the hammocks before a relatively early last lunch and the order to saddle up - Roberto was determined to take advantage of a break in the weather and get us back to the embarcation point at Santa Rosa as soon as possible. And not a minute too soon - the rain started just before we got back, and was pelting down quite impressively by the time we had finished getting our bags ready for our departure that afternoon.
#Pommie food full#
Even Roberto looked faintly perturbed by this, so we packed up in short order and headed back at full speed for the lodge. Until the sun did a sudden vanishing act and we looked up to see a mass of dark clouds gathered across half the sky. Still, wasn't too unpleasant sitting in the sun occasionally stringing the line out. Once again, this sounded more impressive in theory than it was in practice, as what fish there were were bloody tiny and seemed content to nibble at the edges of our bait without actually taking it properly. No ridiculously early start today, so we could enjoy our final breakfast at the lodge before heading off to some of the smaller side-streams to try fishing for piranhas.
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