Ding-dong. Ding-dong. There’s a bell clanging in my ear and a voice shouting, ‘brekfis, brekfis’. I emerge from my slumber, swing my legs over the edge of the hammock and get handed four crushed rolls and a cup of coffee. Yummy, breakfast in bed, albeit a hammock on the Amazon River. I see my husband, Brausch, is already up and dunking. At 80 years old, he’s rather enjoying the river breeze and lazy days lying around on a hammock, even if we are sharing the barge with 700 others, packed closely together, feet, knees and bums bumping as the boat chugs along. We face each other, knees interlocking, kiss ‘good morning’ and burst out laughing. How on earth did we land up here? .
Our journey together, to the Amazon…