As we paddled locals gazed in bewilderment at our mode of transport and waved in encouragement as they realised where we must have come from. In total that day we paddled for 9 hours and as we crawled into Livingston at the mouth of the river, the sense of achievement gave us a last surge of energy to propel us to the dock. We collapsed into a hotel room that evening looking forward to a few days paddling in the islands off Belize, soaking up a some rays, and swimming with the exotic marine life that we knew to inhabit the world famous keys and reef.
It would be shortly after that I would wave goodbye to my girlfriend and start the main event, a solo descent of the San Pedro, 100 km of river with no exit between start and finish, infamous jungle, crocodiles, and `no certainty that it was actually possible to paddle at all.
