After being softly awaken by the exquisite songs of thousands of birds, we keep paddling downstream on a river surprisingly gentle. The riverbanks are much less steep, making the rapids less frequent and lighter than yesterday.

We cross all of them without any portage. This section's terrain is much less rugged and that seem to work in favour of the large mammals. In addition to many birds and reptiles, we spot and film several groups of wild boars. We grow convinced that with a little bit of time, anoas and deers can also be seen in such places.

The sun beats down on us and whoever bared feet and legs are already sorry about it.

After having quickly checked one or two resurgences further ahead, we set up a camp – less comfortable yet still pleasant – a few meters above the water, and with a few promising caves around. While Olivier, like every day, organizes the camp, fetches firewood and prepares dinner, Cédric, Evrard, Luc-Henri and Phil B. set out to explore them. And bingo! Just before sunset, Luc-Henri finds ceramics in a little shelter.

At camp tonight, the atmosphere is as fun as usual with the tomfooleries and corrosive humour of the Gentil brothers.