Sunday, June 26, 2005

Thirs day in the Jungle

This morning we didn't need to leave too early because our day wasn’t to booked up.
In the morning we went to a very small city that had a museum for local art that was from the 8th to the 13th century. We could see kitchen jars, body remains jars but some tribes would eat the ashes of the dead in order to live with the help of their spirit. We then tried out sarbacane that locals would use to kill animals like monkeys or birds, it is a huge tube of at least three meters. There was one little shop in the village that was selling drinks, so we decided to stop for a little beer before going back to the Manatee. We then had a delicious lunch, our usual two hour break and then headed off to see some local indigenes in there house.
Local people cultivate a lot of yoca for their daily personal consumption and other plants like banana and cacao that they trade in order to earn a little money. They live in homes built with local wood, no walls and with a roof made of a special bamboo leaf that supposedly could last eight years.
At night as we got back to our ship nobody was brave enough to take a dive, so everybody went canoeing for half an hour, but I wanted to go swim in the middle of the Amazon. I thought it would be a unique experience especially that the river I dived in is the black Coca river reputed for its high yield of piranhas. After the swim, the diner was served and at the table we’ve been introduced to the boat crew that has been so good to us, and we’ve been given the program for our remaining time in the Oriente.
After diner we watched a couple pictures of animals that we have or could have seen on our tour, with explanations made by our guide. We then took our little boat and headed for the island in the middle of the river to make a fire camp. It was quite fun and we even had booze.
As we got back on the boat, I bought myself the only whiskey bottle on board so that Christina, Juan Pablo and me got very drunk. As drunk as having posed for pictures and not remember having done it. I remember breaking, I remember singing, talking, laughing and urinating and even going to bed but there just is some stuff I can’t recall.

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