Hospedaje El Sitio Iquitos

... how to drive a motocar, swam in a lake inhabited by 50 foot anacondas and a public peruvian swimming pool (not sure which was more scary), saw freshwater dolphins, were eatin alive by mosquitos, had a conversation with howler monkeys, saw a floating community built on reeds, watched the Simpsons in spanish, learned how to chop down coconuts and open them for drinking, explored a shaman market, got on the news (again), saw rare red ...

... there still is a small, wealthy elite in Iquitos, the large majority of its inhabitants are poor. This makes Iquitos a very cheap place to visit and to stay, where a ride in a ‘mototaxi’, a kind of motorized riksja, will cost you about 50 cents; where you can eat an excellent meal for two euros, and where seven euros buys you a modest but clean hostal room. For thirty euros you can check into a reasonably luxurious hotel, while the five-star El Dorado Plaza ...

... the way I came in order to find the garbage dump they call the Belen market. At least that’s where all the locals told me it was. After waiting 20 minutes I figured I’d never find Eric in this mess of a place, even if this was the right spot, and asked a kind lady with a juice stand if she could keep an eye out for a tall, blond guy named Eric, who gave off the impression he was looking for someone. I asked her if she could tell him that his wife was here and left. She ...

... around the campsite. Within minutes we heard some thrashing noises in the jungle and looked up. Squirrel monkeys were jumping from one tree to another, making one heck of a racket as they did so. We continued on and Falcon pointed out tree whose trunk was covered in little cm high pyramidal spines. “This tree is poison.” He took the tip of his machete and made a small cut in the tree. Some sap leaked down the cut line and dripped down. “The native ...

... the houses were on stilts to keep the critters away so why would we sleep on the ground where the critters are?<br> It had gotten late enough in the day that it was already dinner time, and as the sun went down the mosquitoes came back out. They were bad enough in the lodge last night, but camping in the jungle, they were worse! There were as many mosquitoes in the air as there were stars in the sky and as fast as you swatted one, there was another one singing in ...

... and immediatly go and pass out. The next morning, a whole new adventure awaits. We wake up at sunrise and head back to the lodge for breakfast. By the way, the food hear is amazing, and the homemade juices are unimaginable in taste.<br><br>We head back out on the boat for some more site seeing. We come across numerous birds, a few 3 toed sloths and some giant iquanas. It was scortching hot out, so we decided to take a swim in the amazon, it was very refreshing. We ...

... at a little restaurant where I ran into more American expats. These guys struck me as the cliche american sex tourists so I moved on quickly. Well, after a couple more encounters with expats I decided I was tired of the scene and I booked my plane flight to Lima... every journey so far has been by land, but it would take a lot of back tracking and bus trips to get over to Lima, so I opted for the plane (which also ends up being nearly the same price).

... jaguar. Nothing I write will be able to capture the feeling, the ambiance, the power and grandeur of this landscape. But I'll try... We motored up the Rio Nanay where we saw the damage of this years record high water. Many homes were inundated and people were dreading that the unusual amount of rain would end soon before it got any worse. Edson kept a sharp eye out for birds and other wildlife and it ...

... through the Samiri reserve along the way and saw many birds or differnet colours, shapes and sizes. On arrival we relaxed and said hello to family that live there and provide the meals for us, also the pet Panta. Panta is a squirrel monkey that is about 20-30cm very small and incredibly cute, Panta is friendly and also free to go where he wishes but was bought from the market in Belem. There is a big problem with locals catching wild animals and selling them for fur or meat ...

... the blue morpho is always an instant hit. It is unclear what the purpose of such a colorful set of wings may be, as it is easier to spot than a christmas tree in a graveyard. Its wings are of the most incredible fluorescent blue you can imagine. Hardly a good camouflage, which cannot help its chances of survival.<br> Almost invisible and one of the masters of disguise just happened to fall into our canoe, when a branche of a tree scraped ...