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Oh this is great! A statement, although my mouth was saying, my mind could not comprehend, as I looked onto the alluvial diamond source river, Kamarang-Mazaruni that run side to side each other with a clear difference in color. The remarkable view pervaded the excitement that was just a tip of the adventure ahead. You never know what adventure awaits your life until you make friends wherever you go. This was partially my motto- since I've always been half in of my shell and half out-it just depended on the day. That cherishable day I met Madlene, an assimilated aboriginal who is a blissful ambivert . Ever since we crossed paths, we were like two peas in a pod. We began to make waves on each other that resulted in an invaluable friendship with much light to brighten up the darkest edges. It began to remove all misconceptions of aboriginals being introverted and unfriendly, for it truly is a lie. '' I want you to visit my Amerindian Village this Saturday, to meet my family and experience the astounding waterfalls'', she said with her hands on my shoulder and in grinning face. ''You, you mean to where its mountainous and very forested with much astounding Falls, well, YES OF COURSE''! I was gulping so hard to hold the tears back, when she started jumping up in glee, with her arms around my neck, I couldn't help but release it all. The Saturday arrived, Madlene was at my drive-way in a taxi at 4 am sharp so that we can have an early start top our journey. We had a long way to go but it was cozy in the car even as we traveled through a cool, mist. cricket-buzzing morning, as we disturb the silence with our singing. We had to reach the ferry at the stelling for 5 am in order to get pictures of the flamboyant view of the sun as it kisses the water so we made no stops. Ever since we board the ship our conversations flowed smoothly as the river which carried the boat along the Kamarang-Mazaruni river, never feeling boredom. As the ship navigates the Amazon Basin I captured sites of the fallen, mossy trees stocked in the water ways, notwithstanding the low rapids and tight turns that we navigated. The rain forest is dense and mysteriously shaped. Continuing along the waterways I became one with nature and began to meditate on the stillness. Meandering land forms created the zig-zag driving patterns that forged an reminder to stay awake. Finally, we arrived mid-morning and journeyed up a bridge to the mountainous terrains of the cottage houses that surrounded the Panacima Falls, which is one of many falls in this region. I was embraced with a warm greet of a head-dress and a tight hug placed around my neck- as if I have been known for years. The first thing I did was to get geared for a swim in the Panacima Falls. The falls had a luscious water flow, an island situated in the front of the water fall, surrounded by two water ways river meandering in different directions around the small island and yet connecting beneath the waterfall . From this simple activity I was unified with nature and one with humanity. The gap of an individualized person became bridged with an relentless sense of belonging that led me to cross over to another culture.