5 days later I have made it to Iquitos.
The boat was a worthwhile experience, but you know, I have to say that I think I will be flying back to Lima.
Henry V, as my vessel was named served faithfully and truly - aside from breaking down for a whole day and getting stuck on a sandbank for another, the voyage was relatively trouble free. I would have much preferred her to be named Henry VI - so I could have made all sorts of bad jokes about ´Keeping your HEAD above water´and ´Hey, how about that divorce-thing´ but you can´t have everything.
I felt very Huck Finn-ish as we made our way down the river. Visting little communities and sitting on the bow, watching the banks wax and wane. I do realise that Huck was on the Missisipi and that I was lacking an African American slave, but as always I strive to be politically correct.
Oh and the hardest thing about sleeping in a hammock is finding a place to put your head. And not putting your foot in the face of the person next to you while disembarking from aforementioned hammock.
But no matter how I got here, I have made it to the banks of the Amazon. Which looks very river-like. Iquitos is a fairly funky town. Oh and I going on a four day jungle adventure as of Tuesday... which will be exciting. Yay for me!
Rock and Roll.
Paddy
3 comments:
Oh no, by far the best would have been the S.S. Metaphor. :)
Tull, that is just plain weird. Besides, what is a boat without a rat and a mole to guide it?
Just because you can't see the rat and mole doesn't mean they're not there...
Good luck on the jungle tour Paddy - I'm off to Dalat again, hurricane permitting, to see if it really is just as good the third time around. I promise to visit 'crazy' Mr Dong and his 'zany' daughter at the Saigon Nite Bar and I'll have an extra strawberry daiquiri for you.
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