Awimbabway, awimbaway.In the Jungle, the mighty...
Trip Start May 03, 2005
35Trip End Oct 31, 2005
The town itself is rather sweet but there really isn't that much going on. People are fascinated when I walk by (and I'm really not exposing my casper white skin). 3 little girls (about 8 years old) walked past (on separate occasions) and brushed my hand - think they were checking to see whether I was real or not.
Headed down to Belen market but was really not impressed - it was rather smelly and dirty and I kept having to duck the canopies. They were obviously not designed for people of my height. I was also the only Gringo in site so I was getting some attention which was a little unnerving as the streets were so narrow and packed. Quickly headed back to the pier that overlooks the river, which is pretty but the river is really far away at the minute as it is dry season.
On Friday, after 2 attempts to get to Monkey Island (the locals at the docks thought I had horns when I asked and I stood at like a sore thumb at the docks), I headed back to the pier in Iquitos and was tortured a little by a teenage boy who was harmless enough but was on a bit of a downer as he didnīt have work. He accompanied me to the ībeachī, which was more of a mud plane but it was good to get a bit closer to the water. Got a bit of history of the town and the guy had the day almost planned out for me right up to partying the night away. Fortunately I ended up mucked up to eye-balls which was a good excuse to lose him after giving him some money for lunch.
At the crack of dawn I set off for Manaus. I donīt feel like I did Iquitos credit but am hoping that the jungle in Manaus will live up to my experience in Manu.