superlative sunset

as we made the approach to the pousada the sun was setting slowly over the floodwater.  the still water was mirror like reflecting the ever changing colours of the sky.  as the motor boat carried us through the long grasses and past the submerged trees, I couldn't help but feel so small in such a vast space.

where roads would normally be, with jeeps carrying tens upon tens of tourists into the wilderness, there was only water.  the boat sent soft ripples into the glass carpet, as our speed accelerated the splashes from the bow were like tiny shards shattering into the sunset.  the occasional dorado or alligator were our only company on the half hour journey.