Guide Jose reassured me that this was actually my “lucky” day – because it was Friday - the ‘mall’ on our way would be open. We hadn’t seen so much as a hut in the last few hours of our drive so I was apprehensive as to where we were going to find a shopping center. But three hours later, down a kidney crushing road, we arrived at the ‘mall’. Now I will acknowledge that it might not be much of a mall in the western world what with no food court, fountains or roof but I will say this – I was able to get restock on everything I need at a little booth for a mere $8.00.
Not at all shocked that things were not exactly as advertised, I climbed into the canoe just thankful to be out of the van (little did I know how much I would be missing the van, and it’s roof soon enough). As our “jet boat” pulled out into the VERY swift Madre de Dios River to start our 8.5 hour ride that I realized our adventure was not even close to over.
I know it doesn’t sound too bad…floating down the river…watching life float by even if that means participating in a bit of organized crime…at least there is the occasional monkey to spot. Do you know how that jungle gets its lush green appearance? Rain, rain like you cannot even imagine – I am talking about torrential downpours that our no match for our commercial raingear. Bone-chilling, relentless precipitation that comes down that seems to appear out of nowhere and then vanish after thoroughly dousing everything in its path.
At one point the rains had finally let up enough for us to eat lunch in our boat while we fueled up one final time near the Boca Manu Village. And as the garden hose was filling the spare tanks with gasoline, the muddy bank we were fastened to gave way and slid into our boat. I sat there, soaked, in ankle deep mud, that fact that I was now a witness to some sort of shady Amazon operation weighing heavily on my mind, and started to wonder when the vacation was going to start.
To be continued…
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