Marx looked back to find Amaya's backpack and clothes on top of a rock on the edge of the river. He could only sigh.
'This woman. What do I do with you? I hope that you are not totally naked else I will be tempted."
He scanned the clothes that she took off and and was relieved to note that she still has her undergarments.
The river at this part of the mountain was calm. The water was clear and the current was slow like someone taking a leisurely stroll.
"Marx, aren't you going to take a dip? The water is cold and refreshing." Amaya emerged on the other bank of the river.
"No. I'll keep watch here. We are not familiar with this place so it is better to be vigilant." Marx sat on top of a rock with a smoother surface as he watched Amaya played in the water.
He took out his cell phone and recorded short clips. He also took a few photos.
