While floating down the river I was thinking about how the only thing missing from the trip was culture and local interactions. There were no clues that you were actually in Mexico otherwise. Later that day a young boy who was spear fishing curiously came around the corner after spotting our campsite. He was shy and didn’t say much but once I left our group and started taking some photos down the river he came over to me and we spoke briefly about what we were each doing down there. Before he left he asked if I could take a photo of him. Grateful for that small interaction and a sense of place.