Last Day In Amazonia Amazon River And The Breath Of The Forest – Travel Diary In The Amazon
Last day, gray sky and black water, a bit like our mood.
On the branch in front of the window of our bungalow a little yellow bird brings a caterpillar to its chicks in a nest built with strange whitish threads, they look like plastic but it is impossible because in eight days around Tahuayo and around we have not seen a single piece of plastic or paper floating on the water, incredible but true.
In the boat, we leave, on the veranda to greet us there is also the older brother of the Gato, of course they call him el Gato Major best time to visit mexico, he takes care of cleaning and maintenance of the research center, a hidden but essential work.
A pair of loops on the river and – monkeys! – left turn, engine off, approach on the current wire. There are four or five, dark fur, black snout, a gray tail disproportionate, we observe, curiosity overcomes fear, after a while they move away from the bank jumping from one branch to another – they are titi – says Mark who is coming back with we in Iquitos.
There are six in total the species of monkeys we saw the first day a few capuchins in the branches, then Dorilla, the monkey in punishment, then the pygmy monkeys, the monsters on the black trunks, then the saki, the ugly one with the codon huge, but uglier still the uakari, with that red face to be drunk, and today these, the titi, we also heard the howler monkeys, in the end we saw almost half of the monkeys in the reserve, not bad for a week of Amazonia.
We have to get out of the Tahuayo towards a lagoon inside the jungle, the professor who accompanied the American students wants to go again to look for the snake that they saw on a tree yesterday – boa or python – no, spearhead – says Mark – a kind of viper, the most poisonous of the forest. No snake, no patience, evidently it is not a sleepy sloth, on the other hand there are hoatzins on the trees around them, I know them too, they are colored like roosters but they flit among the branches like hens.
At the Tahuayo Lodge we say goodbye to the teacher and his children who are leaving on the first speed-boat, how many in Italy, teachers and students, would they be willing to make such an incredible experience We on the second with three girls and two men of the lodge staff who return to Iquitos, have finished their work shift.
Stop at the inundated village of el Chino to buy souvenirs. We are involving people from here in the management of the reserve looking for their alternatives to hunting – tells us one of the escorts – women make some necklace, local craft items, it is important that they understand that tourism can be a source of income for the their community.