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| El Rio Napo |
Somewhere along the mud-coloured Rio Napo floats a cargo
ship. Its sole purpose is to deliver goods to the numerous villages lining the
river’s shores that are not accessible by land, that are disconnected from
civilization in the Amazon Basin. No one knows what it’s carrying, where it is,
or when it’s arriving or departing. But one thing is sure: it will eventually
reach the largest city in the world not accessible by land, Iquitos.
The idea to visit Iquitos was planted in my head by a friend
of mine. We were looking at a world map discussing dream trips when he pointed
at the heart of the Peruvian Amazon and said, “There, the largest city in the
world only accessible by river or air. There are boats going to Iquitos from
Ecuador. I wish I could do it, but I don’t have the time.” For the next two
weeks I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. I wanted to see the Amazon, but
jungle tours and lodges were overpriced; I had loads of time, time to travel
that I was never sure I’d have again; I had bought hundreds of dollars worth of
Malarone, prophylactic malaria medication that had to go; and, this sounded
like a good way to get off the well-beaten trail, a way to get a glimpse of
real life in the Amazon. With this rationalization, how could I not go and give
it a shot? At the very least, it would be an adventure…
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| The Rio Napo and Rio Amazonas connect Coca, Ecuador to Iquitos, Peru, the largest city in the world not reachable by road. |
I managed to convince a poor chump, Tom, to join me and on
March 5th we embarked on our quest for the lancha to Iquitos, albeit naïvely. We arrived to the oil town of
Coca at 3:00am and were forced to sleep on the floor of the bus terminal due to
a combination of poor planning and a heavy-footed bus driver. We endured a
crammed, ten-hour boat ride down the Rio Napo to get to the Ecuadorian border
town of Nuevo Rocafuerte, only to discover that no one knew when the cargo ship
was arriving or departing for Iquitos. Some held that the lancha was a day away, and others rumoured that it could be as many
as ten for it only visits the villages lining the Rio Napo once or twice a
month! But that’s all it was, rumours.
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| Tom getting out his mattress in Coca's bus terminal as we wait for the sun to rise. |
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| Burned through three engines over the course of the ten hour journey along the Rio Napo from Coca to Nuevo Rocafuerte. |
Needless to say, this information, or lack of it for that
matter, was depressing. We did not have enough money, nor the desire, to wait
indefinitely in this tiny town in the middle of the Amazon. It could not have
been populated by more than a hundred people. The most traffic we saw on its
cobble-stone streets comprised of three motorcycles and a single pick-up truck.
However, much to my surprise, it did have a discoteka.
The major pastime seemed to be drinking Budweisers on the porch of the general
store. To be honest, the town sucked. We decided to make the most of our time
in the Amazon and hired a boat to take us to Yasuní National Park to see the
infamous fresh-water dolphins.
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| Discoteka in Nuevo Rocafuerte, Ecuador. |
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| En route to Yasuní National Park. |
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| Homes tucked into the jungle near Yasuní |
Fortunately, some news awaited us upon our return from
Yasuní. But not all of it was good. Two people confirmed that the lancha was a day or two away from
Pantoja, the Peruvian border town. However, the typical one or two day layover
before turning around for Iquitos was supposedly going to be prolonged to a
week because of a fiesta.
We were faced with a decision, we had reached the point of
no return. Upon reaching Pantoja to see if the rumours were true, that this
elusive lancha had arrived, we would
not have enough cash to back-track to Coca, the closest city with an ATM; if
the cargo ship had not arrived, we would be stranded in the Amazon with little
money and no means of communication. But this is how true adventures start, so
we woke the migration officer at noon who stamped us out of Ecuador in his
boxers and hired another boat to take us across the river to Pantoja, Peru.
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| Tom and I waiting for a ride to Pantoja, about to reach the point of no return in our journey to Iquitos, Peru. |
We were glad to see that Pantoja trumped Nuevo Rocafuerte as
far as small Amazonian towns go. They had no vehicles, just a sidewalk
connecting all the homes. It was also bustling with activity other than
crushing Budweisers. By the river people were filleting a 150kg fish; from the
jungle emerged a man and a kid carrying a pig tied to a stick; the town held a sporting
event in which kids partook in tug of war, eating competitions and a grease
pole; and the door to a local pub was answered by a monkey wearing a
life-jacket. This was a town I could spend some time in, but the cargo ship had
arrived and was leaving for Iquitos in two days time.
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| Pantoja, Peru |
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| Filleting a 150kg fish |
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| Overly enthused soccer-mom |
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| This little guy, Simon, opened the door to greet us to the empty bar |
The sight of the lancha
evoked bittersweet feelings. While happy to have found the elusive cargo ship,
this rust-bucket looked as if it could barely float its own weight. We were
sure it’d make for an interesting experience. On Sunday March 9th a
group of us boarded the ship and raised ‘Camp Gringo’, a corner on the third
floor of the ship where we strung our hammocks and would call home for the next
several days. We comprised a French couple who had been stranded in Pantoja for
a week with barely any money left to their name, a creepy American dude whose
e-mail read ‘*****@YouAndIForever.us’, a quirky German, and Tom and I. I
should’ve figured that only people in need of an adventure, or help, would
willingly attempt this border crossing.
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| The elusive lancha, the 'Arabela-I' |
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| Camp Gringo |
The lancha floated down the Rio Napo at a snails pace, averaging between four and ten kilometres per hour. The boat stopped at small villages, homes and even uninhabited jungle to load up the ship with people, livestock and plantains - loads of plantains.
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| Curious kids |
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| Smoke was used to get the attention of the lancha for cargo pick-up |
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| One of these guys would be dinner! |
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| Believe it or not, they had this bull on the canoe featured in this picture. |
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| Defeated bull |
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| Couple of goats too |
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| Banana boat! |
Life on the boat was interesting. The majority of the day involved lounging in a hammock in the gringo camp and reading a book. But every once in a while something peculiar would happen, such as a local would bring out some gremlin-ish looking monkey, or another pet monkey would try to steal your food, or the crew would be butchering a pig to feed the passengers. The food on the ship was terrible; I was only able to stomach about a third of the meals. The staples of the diet were arroz con leche (rice in milk) and fresh pork, cooked with its skin and hair still intact along with the beads of the shotgun shell that was used to kill it. While the pork was actually pretty good once I got past the hair and skin, which reminded me of my days working in the burn unit, I couldn't stomach the arroz con leche that looked like the slop served on the boat in the film 'The Matrix'. But I couldn't complain for I only paid $32 US for this all-inclusive, luxurious cruise to Iquitos!
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| More rat than monkey |
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| Buen Provecho |
For four days we floated down the Rio Napo before it merged with the Rio Amazonas and we reached Iquitos. As soon as I stepped off the banana boat I felt as if I had left Latin America; Iquitos was surreal. The number of mototaxis made it feel like India, the floating houses of Belén added a hint of venice, and yet the weird grub in the Belén market reminded you that you were still in the Amazon.
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| A taste of India in Iquitos, Peru |
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| A hint of Venice in Belén |
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| Cool-off in the Amazon |
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| The Belén market reminds you that you're still in the Amazon |
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| Stomach? |
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| Turtle |
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| Maggots |
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| Shamanic medicines |
Iquitos holds some very wild stories and hosts some very strange people. For example, Gustave Eiffel designed an 'Iron Building' for the capital of Bolivia and sent it by way of river, but after the captain of the ship reached Iquitos he decided to dump the structure here rather than endure another six months navigating the rivers of the deep Amazon! Iquitos is also a major destination for people seeking a hallucinogenic experience with Ayahuasca. People pay thousands of dollars to have a shaman administer them some of this tea which makes them uncontrollably vomit and shit before they experience some sort of spiritual awakening. I've met some people who have tried this and claim to be able to communicate with the extra-terrestrial dimension and extra-terrestrials themselves after having tried Ayahuasca... Sounds like a blast, sign me up!
The uncertainty in the quest for the lancha, the villages, pink dolphins, and the surreal city of Iquitos all made for a pretty wild Amazonian adventure.
