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So I’m back: totally in love with Ecuador and wanting to see more of South America.  I didn’t look at the weather forecast in the UK or Environment Agency river levels site until the day before I flew home and then was happy to see that the river level on The Nene was falling.  I hadn’t worried about my boat, whatever the weather, because I knew it would be looked after by the community here.  The Mechanical Magician tells me he got fed-up of closing my doors which were being blown open by the gales.

I eventually got rid of The Amazon mud that lodged under my toe nails but I’m back to having coal dust lodged under my fingernails.  The nights are gradually getting lighter and I think there is a feel of impending Spring.  My door is still in the river.

I went back to my Acqua Zumba class and the first set of music was one with a salsa beat that they played on the long distance buses in Ecuador.  In my mind I was there. I was no longer prancing about in chlorinated water, I was back on that bus thousands of feet up in the clear, pure air of The Andes, looking out the window at incredible scenery and precipitous drops into dark green valleys.