Soon we're travelling up the Churún, a smaller shallower tea-coloured river lined with pink stones. The colour of the water comes from the tannin in the plants that seeps into the river. The views of the tepuys around are breathtaking and I feel I'm in a surreal prehistoric world. I don't want this magical journey to end.
The canoe skims over the river bed jerkily crashing from side to side. Occasionally we become beached on the rocks and the boys climb over board and push until we're free again.
Three hours in and the wooden seats have numbed my behind. I'm sunburnt and wet but still in awe of the amazing landscape.
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