I opened my eyes to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom and Blake cursing, he was the first to wake up and had twisted off the sink knob while trying to wash his hands. We got Dennis, the camp janitor to repair the thing, while we went fishing with Hiener. I caught the largest sardine I've ever seem, which isn't that big but still a nice catch. I also got a tiny piranha and Blake got a bigger one than that.We returned to camp, played cards and then asked the workers if we could get nails and a hammer with newspaper, because at this point we were thoroughly tired of the uselessness of our huts defences against mosquitos. We got what we asked for and spent several hours patching the seemingly endless gaps and tears in the screens and between the wooden posts that made up the walls of our abode.Blake was also in no mood to use our dribble "shower" to clean up, so when the rain came down hard he walked out into the downpour and had a proper wash. I wasnt going to join him, but after a moment of standing and watching him soak up the Amazonian rain, I did anyway. After it let up a little we walked into camp and jumped into the river for our first swim in the Amazon. My foot slipped into the mud bank and I jammed my toe into a stick lodged there right off the bat. It didn't bother me much then, but it would later. The water was a medium dark chocolate-brown and it felt cool and refreshing.We got out and instead of going back to our hut for a pointless shower we went into camp and used showers of the vacant rooms, which to our surprise had a wealth of water coming from them, and dare I say, compared to ours, even water pressure!When we got back to camp Blake put the hammer and nails to work on yet another task, a pull up bar.. He took a sturdy branch from the forest and nailed it under the floor boards that hung out over the edge of the house. Then he took my swiss army knife and carved hand holds in the wood for a better grip.When that was done it was dinner time. It turned out to be our tastiest dinner yet as well, which we were both very happy about. The fish was hot and had a good deal of flavor, as much as could be expected with our diet restrictions. Also included in the meal was garlic mashed potatoes with a side of steamed beets and carrots. When that was done we remained at the table playing 13 for nearly 3 hours straight until the generator kicked off yet again.There are no other guests in camp now, we spent the day here alone, besides the workers that is. Wilder comes back tomorrow, with the books he promised us and some other things, we hope...