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The boardwalks that connects the jungle-houses; it connects the community, even when the river occasionally floods.
A sad sight. I think it’s an old skin, before the hunting of these beautiful jungle animals were prohibited.
In Rocafuerte, having lunch and drinking beers with our new-found friends.
Santana, Peycho and Santanas son, Paul. Caught lots of these small fish, but they are hardly worth cooking.
My Xmas expedition with Santana: arriving in a little isolated community.
My Xmas expedition was Santana: Entering a community among the banana palms.
My Xmas expedition with Santana: Entering this community house, we spent nearly an hour trading rumors and drinking Chicha.
My Xmas expedition with Santana: I managed to buy this piece of cured meat from a jungle boar.
Misha and Peycho, heading off into the wild, to fish.
I count 11 people on that “casco” plus various food and bagage. I was always so scared that they would capsize and loose all their things.
Henrik, with the chicken that we acquired in a barter-trade, but afterwards became our pet. We fed it and soon, none of us wanted to kill and eat it, after it got tame and friendly with us. One morning, it had shitted all over Peychos sleeping bag and he was planning chicken soup for dinner; luckily, Misha and Henrik managed to trade it off with a large fish before the evening.
Taking the highway home for dinner
Wanna trade? A fish for some garlic?
Goodbye! The indigenous people were always so welcome.
Stories shared, trading done.
Our home on the river
Peycho and Misha, enjoying the sunset as we slowly drift with the current.
Symmetry in nature
Sweat on our ropes, a great source of salt for a butterfly.
Both are worth eating.
Inspecting the catch
Peycho fishing
Never got tired of photographing those sunsets
Anchored for the night
A rainstorm is approaching as the black clouds are gathering and our flag are wiped into action
See the intense rain-drops on the river? As the stormy front rolls across us, it is replaced by torrential rains, perfect for harvesting and filling our water-tank.
Santa Clotilde, the river community half-way down the Napo.
Sitting on the shaft of an engine, the next generation of Santa Clotilde are curiously monitoring us.
Our raft, parked at the shore in Santa Clotilde.
Exploring in his jungle-uniform: gum-boots, machete and long sleeves. I loved these jungle-walks in the middle of nowhere.
The things I see in the wild jungle
The things I see in the wild jungle
The insects of the jungle
Mushrooms, growing out of decaying dead vegetation.
Do not touch
Wanna climb it?
I see right through you
Giant cicadas, not aggressive or dangerous.
Caught in the act
Something trapped him and ate out his intestines, leaving his hollow body hanging there.
Men at work
Curiously monitoring the floating bamboo raft that passes by
The river communities along the shore
The river communities along the shore
A huge population of dolphins live in the river. It’s hard to catch them jumping, but I finally got this one.
Peycho, with our banana-bargain
Visited this family that happily traded some bananas with us
Large 5cm wasp (2inch)
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