We were at La Boca today, just two travellers and their new friends staring into the dirtiest river known to mankind. A thick layer of sludge and trash crept up around the edges where the water met the land, and we peered down at the brown water bottles and other refuse that people had tossed over into the water.
"LOOK! A sign of life!" Marlo squealed.
A tiny, lone tadpole was struggling for his survival, swimming as fast as his little tail could take him against the outward pull of the river.
We spent a few minutes cheering him on, quite proud of the little guy for his spirit.
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