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The Darien Rivers welcome us.

We&#039;re swooshed into the calm flat water.

Our first little village.

Sitting off La Palma.

Perched on the edge of the hill.

The morning commute.

Its confirmed. We&#039;re in the Darien province.

Walking home.

Islas Bellas.

Calm waters way upriver.

The sun sets.

That was a close call.

Visitors.

Sunrise.

The local kiosk.

Drying coffee beans.

Drying washing.

The communal space.

On the way home.

Another day another calm river.

Gifts from the village.

Pointing downriver.

Morning commute.

Reflections.

Rivers are meandering, roads are meandering.

We have company.

They just keep coming.

A thriving metropolis at night.

Making our own charts.

Croc infested waters.

Running repairs are a daily occurance.

Croc. We spy a croc.

We find a dinghy dock far up in the jungle.

Clues of local life.

Our amigos.

The exploring party.

Final nights.

Woodwork.

Grumpy Iain. Happy fuel tank.