Out of the storm and onto the sandbar. (opens in new tab)

After a two-and-a-half-hour walk through the jungle and clambering through the stone labyrinths of the Grutas do Madadá, we were treated to a tasty (even relatively lavish) lunch, lovely weather, and hammocks to lie in. Everything around us was whispering: “Relax, stick around, there’s nowhere you need to be.” But then a cloud of ominous size and coloring appeared on the horizon being blown straight our way, so we decided to evacuate at once. Too late though: soon enough we were caught up in ...