Water the color of Mayan jade spreads out before us; canoe paddles and swarming, skimming insects break the stillness. A frightened male iguana falls from his perch, plonking indelicately, to the river below. The silence of the Sibun is broken by the screeching of a howler monkey from a treetop a mile away. Water rushing over sheets of rock, or Chester, our Mayan guide, identifying the green king fisher sweeping by or the turkey vultures creeping above.Paddles are thrown aside and limestone sheets, mineral-stained like a pastel sunrise, are hurriedly swam towards. Pedicure fish nip around our kneecaps as we cool in the pulling freshwater among minnows and snails.
A stripped male iguana streaks by my periphery and is mistaken for a butterfly until Chester produces him, dripping and irritated. We crowd around him to examine wounds obtained, speculatively, from battle with a rival male or a hungry feline. After we finish admiring his spines, Chester releases him back into the water and he hurries away over vegetation, perhaps surprised that he did not become a meal.
We’ll no longer hear the splash of figs landing nearby and we’ll devour Valencia oranges directly from the branches; for now, we find peace among the waves.
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