For most of us, a good day start exchanging jokes around the fire with a lyophilized muesli. But Anne-Sophie things happen a little differently, at the top of a tree.

Right in time for the whole team to finish breakfast and clean up the plates, and down from the skies she comes, with a shy smile that's telling of the pleasure she has to be up there with the birds.

We then climb into our rafts, every day made lighter of several kilos of food, and we let the flow carry us downriver.
Though, more realistically speaking, we don't 'let' the river 'carry us' but rather struggle in the current to avoid coming anywhere close to the sharp rocky blades scattered here and there. We want to keep our rafts in good condition at least until the end of the expedition.

We cross rapid after rapid. Sometimes, the river is 'kind' enough to let us paddle through, but at other times it's definitely not. We can only figure this out when we get right to that point, as the river changed a lot in the last two years. When the rapid is too rough, we unload the boats and carry the equipment further along the shore. Portage operations are today a well-oiled process, and they unfold much faster than yesterday. They remain however exhausting and when the portage is complete, everyone hopes no more lies ahead.

We encounter some nice resurgences that Luc-Henri, Phil and Evrard systematically explore. Almost all of them feature a nice aquatic gallery along which we could likely swim back up for a while. We unfortunately lack of enough time for this and these openings are left for the next speleologists to make it to here.

At the end of the day, the camp is set up under a splendid grove of giant bamboos, four meters above the water. The evening bath is delicious, like it has been every evening since the beginning of this adventure, especially given that mosquitoes are nowhere to be seen. Wasps and ants though, make up for it.