The banks of the
river were muddy and the waters were still with the mosquitoes feasting over
our legs. We rowed mindlessly towards the direction our instructor suggested. I
wondered for a second, did we expect too much?
Within few
minutes we entered a flowing water channel that restored our faith. The channel
serpented through the wild bush of the green jungles and the sky above just guarded
us with its bluish white overcast. There were more than 20 rafts like ours.
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