Along the Inca Road
March 22, 2010
Amazon River, Peru
Today is our last day along the Amazon. An early morning bird watching run turned into a spontaneous visit to the town of Indiana, which is down river from Iquitos.
The morning rain was not helpful as we crossed south towards the banks of Yanamono Island to see what birds we would find this fine dizzly wet morning. There were birds but they were hiding in the branches to stay out of the rain. They weren't crazy like the the dumb bird watchers who where zig-zagging their way across the narrow channels off the main river looking for them.
Nonetheless, we did see a couple of unusual feathererd friends.
A Yellow-headed Caracara Milvago chimachima, a falcon and a Collared Black Hawk Busarellus nigricollis, an acciptier that feeds on fish and other small prey.
A immature Rufous Tiger Heron, Tigrisoma lineatum, in the classic threat position. This one had fallen out of its nest.
After deciding the birds were not going to cooperate Pablo took us back to the north side of the river into the town of Indiana. Today was market day and suddenly bird watching was on the back burner.
Fresh poultry and catfish.
All types of fruits and vegetables. The dark tubers are manioc, a staple. This little girl finally smiled after I crossed my eyes at her.
After spending time at the Indiana we headed back to pick up the rest of the group to visit a village on Yanamono Island. We were also going to visit an elementary school on the island. Once again we crossed the river, this time we entered a small inlet beyond the flats where the dolphins can be found. The inlet widened and it appeared the rain was going to lift as well. On our left an opening along the bank reveled a place we could use to get on shore.
Joan being helped on shore. We had a welcoming committee as we arrived. Big brother and his little sister and brother.
Pablo explained how the people on the island farm this high ground, growing rice when the river is down and other crops such as bananas, cassava, manioc and corn. We walked down a well worn path until we came to suspension bridge crossing another inlet. The bridge took us to a larger section of the village. We were invited into a house to see how the local live along the river.
Walking across an inlet to the other part of the village.
The house we visited is built on pilings and consists of two
sections, a living section and a detached kitchen or cooking section.
The living section is open and on either side were two bedrooms, one for the children and one for the adults.
The family lined up for a portrait. The kitchen, which is a separate room contains a stove made of adobe which is quite adequate for cooking.
After spending time with the family we walked down to the school. The head teacher introduced the two other teachers and their classes. The children sang the Peruvian national anthem for us and then they asked us questions?
Where do you live? How many children do you have? After these questions we sat with the children as they showed us their homework tablets.
Before long it was time to leave the school. As we headed back across the river to our lodge we felt we had gotten a good taste of the Amazonian rainforest, bugs and all. Of course, mosquitos were the one insect which will always remain with us as the number one nusance on the trip. They come in different flavors. Some are obvious and noisy with their constant buzzing and then there are the stealth mosquitos. These are not seen, heard, nor are they felt when the bite. But, later in the evening you will discover many welts about your face, hands and legs were the stealth mosquitos have been. It was ironic
Before we knew it the time had come to leave Ceiba Tops Lodge and head up river to Iquitos to catch the evening plane to Lima. The flight was uneventful and we landed in Lima on time. A short bus ride to the hotel ended our adventures in the Amazon rainforest.
Heading up river we saw our last sunset over the Amazon. Approching Iquitos more ocean going ships were moored in the river's harbor. Yes, the river has a harbor. The Atlantic Ocean is 2300 miles down river and with an average depth of 60+ feet ocean going ships make the journey upriver in a couple of weeks.
Tomorrw we would be in Lima preparing to fly to Cusco and the Andean highlands.
Our motely jungle crew with our guide Pablo Hoyos at Iquitos Airport.
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