This week we have mostly been admiring the glorious waters of the Tapajós River, which empties into the Amazon, from our wooden hut on stilts by its beach.
The bathroom’s in another small hut about 50 metres away though, so come nightfall our owners have to trudge across the sand and try to avoid stepping on the toads.
Tough work scrubbing their mouths as the gritty yellow manioc flour they eat with everything here always gets stuck between their gnashers.
Still, Basil’s resulting frizzy bristles are quite funny to look at.
K & B