by the time the boat was loaded dusk had fallen, and i had a chance to get out of the boat one last time to take a few shots of the most amazing and intense sky and sunset. these are the real colours, i have not touched them up in the slightest. the coolest thing was to witness the arrival of the dark night clouds, with their seductively menacing charcoal grey outfits and often thunderous noise. i think i was lightly frightened the first night to see the boat sail into an apparent end-of-the-days storm. we didnt. maybe it was down to the captains expertise, but though we saw these menacing clouds virtually everynight, the most rain we ever got was a brief and normal heavy downpour. we never got what i would consider a real storm, and by the 5th day i began to morbidly and secretly wish for one extreme experience. the boat itself hugged the shoreline very closely, never unecessarily drifting into the open waters of the river and maybe this had something to do with our relative luck with the storms, and with the fact that i do not remember any unconfortable rocking.