Mar 28, 2006
All recovered from the WC victory maddness we clambered onto the early morning bus to head into the deep dark Amazon. 15 hours to do something like 400 kms really says somthing about the roads in Ecuador but i was worth every minute. We jumped off at a bridge along the seemingly endless road and into a rotten old skiff where we meet the Germans (very nice family). Our guides Romeo and Gilbert charged the skiff at a cracking pace up the river to our new jungle home. There waiting was JC and Patrick, very funny brother and sister from the states. We all became very good friends through death marches in the jungle, dips in the anaconda infested lakes, pirahan fishing, and snake bite tazer shithead (at which i sucked and still have the burn marks tro prove it). The days were lazy and hot and the night were tropical thunderstorms and fireflies. The real adventure however happened on the last night. Romeo, who was devostated over the departure of his German wife to be Marion, drag Gus, Luke, Gilbert and i down to his local watering hole. The outboard on the skift was busted so we took the paddle power insted. A little camen spotting on the way down really set the mood for the pending danger of the trip back up the river. After a little more world cup maddness it was time to return home about 2k up river and so the journey began. About 300 meters up the camen, anaconda and piranah infested river, Romeo began to struggle with the concept of sitting down and after a haze of confusion and rushing water the mighty Marion slowy disappeared into the murky depths below whilst all we could do was screem in histerical laughter. The swim back down river was equally hillarious however in retrespect probally not the best course of action concidering the reputation of the local inhabitants, nor was the bridge jumping that followed or the kill the dill up the jungle path on the foot journey home.