Continuing by candelight. There's a furious storm on, which was providing a suitably epic lightning backdrop to our night-time river trek earlier. Jonathan has overcome his anxieties about mosquitos, other creepy-crawlies, lizards and the like, and seems comfortably asleep. I've fumbled around in the total darkness for candle and matches (forgetting, until I got them lit, that Jonathan had had the foresight to both bring a torch and leave it right next to the bed).

In the flickering light I feel very Scott of the Antactic or Alexander von Humboldt as I scribble weblog notes to the accompaniment of pounding rain and scary thunder. Amazon-lite feels a little heavier just now.