Floating down the Arajuno River, gazing at the sky and the tree-lined banks, your bottom firmly wedged into a rubber ring and grazing the surface of the water, you would be forgiven for thinking you had drifted into an Amazon dream land.
Floating down the Arajuno River, gazing at the sky and the tree-lined banks, your bottom firmly wedged into a rubber ring and grazing the surface of the water, you would be forgiven for thinking you had drifted into an Amazon dream land.
