Chapter 7: Burned Hair. Nasty Farts.

The first few days on the river passed. Little by little, I became weary of the novelty of the new places we saw. Xavi and I acted as if Miss Genius lay anchored in Aoustin Bayou. We no longer sat enthralled on the bow as the steady progression of stretches of river, towns, farms and wooded shores passed by. We …