Chapter 11: Pebas and the Bora People
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The stilted houses on the river-front of Pebas. Notice the telecommunication pylon in the background; these could be seen 10-15 miles (25km) away and was always a clear sign that we were approaching a town
“Welcome to Pebas. The Land of Love” the arch reads.
The artists studio, with glorious views overlooking the amazon canopy
Peycho in the art studio
Local fishermen are heading out to their nets on the outskirts of Pebas
The view from Grippas tower, overlooking the confluence of the Ampiyacu River and the Amazon River
The multiple house in varies levels of the artist Grippa
Some of the many wooden walkways that connected the sprawling house of Grippa
Dinning Room, among his paintings
Pebas waterfront, by night
The locals are offering a fish for trade
Constructing a roof for our boat, before heading upstream on a multi-day expedition. Carrying food and equipment with us, we need the roof to protect ourselves as the rain will hit us at some point
Halfway through the installation of our traditional roof, Misha test-drives the boat to assess the stability. It seemes to instabile with the heavy palm-leave roof and soon we would sinkn the boat, due to its instability.
The local kids always find us funny
The future generation of Pebas
The umbrellas are for protection against sun and rain.
Offering popcorn to the local kids, always wins us trust and friends
Henrik and Peycho are preparing the boat for an upstream adventure on the Ampiyacu River: melting tar and sealing the joints
Not as pretty, but much lighter, the plastic roof were the better option as it didn’t destabilize the boat as the heavy palm-leave roof did.
Cruising upstream, kicking it in the boat, enjoying the close proximity to the jungle and the fantastic views. This is one our expedition upstream the Ampiyacu to meet the Bora People
Locals are drying out palm-fibers to be used for weaving of bags, rugs etc.
Arriving in the community of Brillo Nuevo and quickly making friends that would show us around.
Curious kids, monitoring the visitors.
The grandmother rushed inside the building and fetched all her grandkids for a photograph, one by one.
The Maloka, where traditional ceremonies are performed and where the Curaca lives, the cultural chief.
The entrance to the Maloka is guarded by these charachters who wards off evil spirits.
Small house in the community. Simple but very inviting, isn’t?
The women are making yucca bread.
“Pifayo” they called these jungle fruits and they served a thick, fairly tasty and very filling orange drink to us, made from them.
These hollow pieces of wood functions as deep-bass drums during ceremonies. Traditionally, each member of the tribe had his own sound-combination and the Curaca could summon him to the Maloka by drumming his “code”.
The Curaca, the cultural chief, explains about his tribe.
A simple life
The three young Bora men, that took us on a fishing-hunting expedition.
Giant cicada, visiting our hunting expedition
The Bora are teaching us how to make very efficient flexible fishing poles.
Bait for fishing. It didn’t take him long time to locate this handful of caterpillars.
Giant butterflies, the size of an open palm. They grow to become several years in age and hence the damaged wings
Our hunting expedition didn’t yield any mammals, but the Bora caught this frog that we fried and ate.
Walking around in the dense, sweet-smelling decay of the jungle, hunting.
Lunch secured: A good handful of fishes. The 3 Bora guys caught 20+ fish, us three foreigners didn’t catch any.
Some creepy spiders on the jungle floor
Frying up the frog in our hunting camp. The Boras quickly constructed the shelter with their machetes and it came in good use when the rain hit
The torrential rains that would turn everything to mud
Goodbye to our friends in Brillo Nuevo