> TL;DR: Ever since that moment, I haven't been the same again.

My dad, my little sister and I went to Tigre City via public transport,
said travel to said place took more or less two hours, and we arrived at
the river port. Dad found a nice offer to go on a trip in a collective
boat for cheap, and my sister and I got our river baptism!

We have traveled across a couple rivers and two creeks on the way, and
have found people living away from the surface-dweller's society, on
islands and boats of their own. They've got internet and whatnot there
too, except for water that could be used to drink, but they can buy it
from supermarket boats that are sailing around the place, and owners can
hang up shopping bags on their masts to tell them to arrive to their
place. Purchasing a house near the rivers though is not really cheap, as
they can cost around from US$100K to US$120K, while the cheapest
possible options are around US$40K or something. 

While we were back into the 'mainland', we have found American
tourists, even though I was confused at first, because I thought they
were from here, until I noticed I was wrong, and eventually let out a
laugh afterward, because I wasn't able to hold myself back. 

I got somewhat seasick for a couple hours, but no other side effects
beyond that. Not without saying, my sister took photos of our moments
on the trip.

That was fucking great.