After our ride, we were dropped off to hike back to the camp through the forest. It took approximately two hours to make our way back to camp. (Now I know why Tarzan swings from vines, he doesn't want to get his feet muddy). When we returned, it was time for our daily hang on or be swept down (up) the river. After lunch, we took the catamaran out for a drift ride and Paraná fishing. It was unfortunate that we were unable to catch any. (I kept losing my bait). Fabian caught a catfish and was going to release it, but our native guide wouldn't let him. Guillermo came with the canoe to tow us back to camp. You guessed it, Just in time for HAPPY HOUR! (Starting to run low on rum we may have to drink the Scotch, ugh!). I think I'm gaining weight from all the good food. Yeah dinner was great. After dinner we had to open the Scotch, the rum is gone. Around eight o'clock we went tarantula hunting around the camp. We found seven tarantulas in different tree stumps throughout the camp. We retired early. During the night I was awakened by a very deep growling sound. The forest would get really noisy and after the growl it became very quiet. There were other sounds below the choza that night. I wasn't going to investigate for fear of bodily harm.
