Written by Andrés Fornells.
I had been traveling for about two hours when I heard a deafening noise. My inexperience did not let me know that this came from a rabion, until I was a few meters away from him. I released a curse and prepared to overcome it, because I couldn't do something else. My fragile boat became a toy of that tumultuous current, increasingly raging that made it jump and even turn round. It meant a titanic effort to keep it afloat, prevent it from crashing against the rocks or flipping over. Very close to the limit of my resistance I got out of the rapids. Then the river widened again and the current flowed quieter.
I dropped my arms, my hands welded to the double blade paddle. I felt exhausted. My whole body hurt. I was panting so hard that my gasps exceeded the noise of my surroundings. I discovered several scratches and shallow wounds on my hands. Aware that I had just saved my life, I gave thanks to heaven.
Suddenly my eyes were happy, with its beautiful color a large flock of yellow and blue butterflies crossing the river with its clumsy flutter. And a few minutes later I witnessed a rocky platform next to the shore, the fight between a young jaguar and a large fish. The latter managed to escape him, surely wounded to death. I missed not having a camera or video camera. It was then that I looked inside the canoe and discovered that I had lost the bag where I was carrying my supplies.
-Shit! This is a serious setback! I acknowledged grumpily.
As if the hunger had been waiting for this loss, I woke up with pressing violence. He would have to stop where he saw fruit trees. At that time I had no chance because on the shore I saw several alligators sunbathing. I did not find any affordable shore and I arrived at the small pier of Soares starving, but proud of the courage and strength that I had shown fighting the very fast dangers.
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