Up the river without.........

Pedro and Rosa came by to ake us up the River Ameca at the end of our beach.  Three years ago when we arrived, the river had flooded and wiped out one of the bridges upstream between us and Puerto Vallarta.  Within five months, it had been rebuilt - compared to 30 years it took Hawaii to build H-3 to cross Oahu.  Pedro used to be a tour captain, and when I mentioned some fear about the huge waves in the bay, and suggested that if they were breaking at the river mouth, that we return home.  Rosa was looking nervous also.  Pedro smiled, and stated that he was the captain, and in other words shut the hell up.  He took us through some heart stopping waves (that is a litttle engine) and found the flat spot at the river mouth and we were through.

The river is magic:  full of huge white and blue herons/egrets.  Not so magic were the crocodiles.  When we got close to the bridge upstream, Pedro calmly pointed out one huge, malevolet croc too close to us on the bank.  We stared at each other and he slipped into the river while we tried to calmn our hearts.  The reason the birds fish from the trees is explained.  We did see some some smaller crocks who were just as afraid of us.  We ran aground upstream and didn't want to get in the river to turn us around to head back.  Pedro, still calm, lifted the engine and moved us slowly through what we are think is dangerous waters and we slipped off.  And breathed again.

 

Robert either describing the size of a fish or saying the new word we taugh Pedro and Rosa:  "whatever".  They think it is hilarious.