WE BOOKED a boat trip down the Orinoco and on arrival discovered that “boat” meant “small dugout canoe” in Venezuela. Once we had managed to sail past a collapsed tree, infested with hornets, which had blocked the delta, we were finally away.
It was a peaceful trip, really, only marred by the dulcet tones of the engine constantly grinding to a halt. We got used to this, but were still surprised when the entire thing blew up, causing the captain to leap overboard.
Obviously, he fancied his chances with the piranhas over a burning canoe.
My practical husband pointed out that a river full of water comes in very handy for putting out fires, and we managed to quell the flames.
Never was the phrase “Up s*** creek without a paddle” so apt...
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We were three hours downstream, floating away with the current, captain overboard and no engine.
Does anyone have a mobile?
Alix Morgan, Nottingham
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