Bamboo!The by-now-weary voice of a boat crew member alerted us — just a little too late — to the prickly peril lurking on the banks of the slow-moving River Segura. Weary arms paddled away in a belated effort to turn, stop, go back — anything but end up impaled (well, all right, poked and scratched) on those pointy tormentors. But the effort was useless. The result inevitable.
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