I wasn't sure what to expect to find on the river. I knew we would be visiting indigenous villages along the way, but would they be thatched huts or houses? Well, both. Some days we went without seeing anything. Then some days we would pass a small village.
One fear I had was that I would find the river chocked full of tourist boats. But I was shocked when we rarely saw any other traffic. The only exception were the boats the locals used to get from place to place, take their produce and goods to market, or lived on.
And, he always came through. Often it looked somewhat akin to charades. Usually with a flourish of his hands in the air to make his point or on his hips as if to say 'Seriously' or 'You've got to be kidding me'.