It was nine pm at night, and it was pitch black on the Amazon river. All of us got on to the small boats with our guide Jesus, and we started cruising into the darkness following the silent “thuds” of the boat engine. We shone our flashlights aimlessly over the river, anxiously trying to find the sparkling eyes of the swamp puppies. My ears were ringing with the endless “rib bits” from the frogs and the chirping of the birds. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, we hear a huge “splash!” as Jesus leaped off of the boat like a fierce predator. He emerged from the water seconds later, victorious, grasping a baby alligator in his right hand.
Love this!!!!