Iquitos is a city of water. Thirty feet from the entrance of our hotel, La Pascana, the sidewalk drops away and you find yourself standing on the brink of the river basin. It stretches as far as the eye can see, the water glinting in patches between submerged trees and lush flora. Long shallow boats inch along in the distance, their captains about their days work.
It is the rainy season.
Every night it rains, and it pours. The fall of the water on the tin roof sounds like a stampede of minitature elephants. But, after a while, it blends into the background, and lulls you to sleep.
We´ve walk around town everyday and try our best not to look conspicious. This is difficult, as we are generally much taller than everyone, and very blonde. But, we haven´t had any issues. Except, Frances was hit by a water balloon from a moving motocarro. Surpressa!
My only thought was; it could have been worse.
There are a lot of people associated with Project Amazonas staying at our hotel. We´ve met and talked to many of them. What we have learned about the up and coming boat trìp has us very excited. It sounds like we are going to get to help with the medical expedition, and maybe even pull some teeth!
Off to find supplies for our educational biogas digester.
Buenas tardes,
Brigitte
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