I walked over to the first fisherman we'd spoken to, a tall middle-aged man with a moustache and a commanding presence.
"You look like you've been doing this for a long time," I said to him. "And I understand that you're not willing to come with us. I need you to give me your honest opinion here," I said. "Is this a bad idea?"
He raised his eyebrows and nodded his head.
Dylan and I stepped back and caucused. We weren't the only ones who would be traveling downstream through the darkness. We were also responsible for Quiroga, a local fireman, and a local photographer who were accompanying us. Instead of strapping on guns and riding through the night to Congo Mirador, we realized that we had no choice but to observe the storm from a distance. And so we settled into our seats on the dock and watched as the clouds lit up around us. They refused to wait.
GoPro providedthe travelers with some camera equipment free of charge.
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