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Twice we tried to get to the neighbouring lodge on foot, but it appears that bushwhacking at Picaflor is not so easy. It took a bee attack and crawling over sinking mud before we quit… First Attempt Bushwhacking at Picaflor When Elissa and Joel were here, we got the idea to try to bushwhack our way to Tambopata […]
Katie and Eric left Friday morning to continue their honeymoon. For us, more work and play at Picaflor lay ahead. That day, Pico set Johanna and I to weeding the garden. Johanna really enjoys it, but I don’t like gardening. In an impossibly bad mood, I shared my feelings with Johanna so that she would at least understand […]
Rereading my travel notes, I’ve noticed some exclusions or now have a different take on previous observations. So it’s time to start revisiting the past and correcting a few mistakes. For example, my very first post from Ecuador describes two men in Quito who may or may not have been laughing at my short hair. Naively, I assumed […]
I’ve got a few wildlife tales from Picaflor I haven’t told yet, so I’ve collected them here… Capybara One day while Elissa and Joel were here, Ron the capybara was trying to play with me while we were pumping water. He took a tiny little nibble just below my right knee, but he shouldn’t be faulted. He’s just […]
On Tuesday, Pico brought us visiting an oxbow lake on the Tambopata Reserve. Nearby, the University of Lima maintains a research centre where its biology students can stay to do field work. We took Pico’s boat — it’s got a 50-horsepower Johnson, so even though it may look like a pekipeki, it’s much more powerful. By the way, […]
Monday was a rainy day and with Pico gone to Puerto for the day, Johanna and I spent our time reading and avoiding work. Life in the jungle at Picaflor can be real nice! Minutes after Pico returned in the late afternoon, all three of us were surprised by the sound of a boat stopping at our landing. […]
My encounter with pacas was last night. I had just returned shortly before dinner from running some errands in Puerto Maldonado over the weekend: Getting some laundry done, since nothing ever properly dries in the rainforest unless it’s sunny for a few days; Stocking up on provisions, since Joel and Elissa and their delicious baked treats are gone […]
“Julia, viene.” “Si, Pico.” Being used to Pico’s orders by now, and orders they are, I got up from the chair I was curled up in, reading, and followed Pico to the main steps of Picaflor Research Centre, noticing through the screen windows of the library that he held a flashlight in his hand. “Tus zapatos.” My shoes. […]
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