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The still waters of the Essequibo River is not reflective of the wrath of this dangerous beast. Oftentimes it is literally gut wrenching to traverse this deadly passage with its cloudy waters crashing into your vessel as if taunting you to step out and face it or should I say take it like a man. There is no glossy covering, no shimmering reflection of anything, there is just pure evil in its intent to maul and ravage you. It just want to inflict pain and suffering. It does not put on a show, it doesn't care about what you think. It is the one who is in charge. Yet at this time, this beast is resting. It lazily rolls around like a swan engaging in a ritualistic dance. It is here for a show, it mimics the sky; a stunning imitation that seems surreal. It seems to be saying, "who me? I wouldn't hurt a fly". It is the perfect example of tranquility transforming into chaos then back again into tranquility. There is no peace. There is no hope. You just wait with bated breath for the inevitable change. This is no show of weakness, not even a show of meekness. It is resting, re-energizing itself for the onslaught that will happen in a few hours time. This is the nature of a wolf in sheep's clothing. This is the hidden nature of man...