Every time we went out on the boat to look at the sky, one word came to mind: pure.
I’d heard at some point that the vibrant sunsets we see in the US – the reds, pinks, oranges, and purples – are actually a result of pollution. After witnessing sunset on the Amazon I believe it.
An Amazon sunset starts with the most beautiful shade of blue before morphing into pastel versions of the rainbow. It is clear, unaffected by electric lights or emitted gases. It is simultaneously peaceful and active: peaceful in the transition from hot to cool and bright sun to twilight, but active with insects and birds constantly on the move.
At night, the clarity of the sky results in a cornucopia of stars. We would go out on the boat looking for caiman and despite the excitement of following Mathias’s headlamp searching for them, I would frequently find myself just staring up at the stars and the Milky Way. I haven’t seen a sky like this since a random night drive through the middle of New Hampshire; it revived a childhood fascination with constellations.
And at sunrise, the whole process starts over again. We went out on the boat twice for sunrise: our first and last mornings. The full rainbow is on display and reflected in the calm water as the sun creeps up over the jungle.
Then within what feels like minutes it’s back to full sun, blue sky and heat.
No matter what time of day, the sky in the Amazon is memorizing. Adding to this sight is the mirror-like reflection on the water. At times it looked like there were two skies, one on each side of the shore.
Just one more reason the Amazon is majestic.