It was fun sailing along the river and spotting various wildlife such as squirrel monkeys, bats, a whole variety of birds whose names we can't remember and the most stunning pink dolphins. Yes they really were very pink and came and went so quickly that we couldn't take any decent photos.
One evening Eva decided to take it easy while I headed out on the skiff racing down the river at breakneck speed. As we passed villages the children and adults would wave from the lush green river bank. Eventually we arrived at a small hamlet and glided in to the rivers edge. We were each handed a wooden pole with fishing line and a hook attached with a supply of meat scraps for bait. Adults and children lined the bank to watch Gringos fish, laughing at our attempts and shouting encouragement and advice.
Meat on hook I lowered it into the water. My battle with the piranha fish began. I could feel the fish nibbling the bait. Time and time again the hook came up with no bait. The same was happening to everyone, this was not fishing it was fish feeding. This was war, me versus the piranha and I was going to win. I put less bait on the hook and next time the line tighten I struck, yanking the line on the end of which was a honest to god piranha fish complete with vicious looking teeth. After taking a fisherman’s photo of the small fish, I proceeded to catch two more.
After the excitement of the piranha fishing we moved on to wooden canoes, something which will soon be a thing of the past as locals replace them with fibre glass ones. Gingerly three of us get Into the canoe . Ours is rowed by a man but most of the others canoes carrying our group are rowed by the village children one of whom looked about three. The boat felt slightly unstable and we tried not to move as the slightest movement caused alarming rocking. We sang ‘Michael row the boat ashore’’ to calm our nerves to the bemused looks from our boat rower.
Just as we manage to convince our rower to turn round a thunder storm sends lightning through the sky and ominous clouds gather. Not a moment to soon the skiffs arrive to rescue us and we clamber precariously from the canoe to the more stable skiff. Soon we are racing off back to our river boat for a drink followed by dinner.
It has been an amazing privilege to be welcomed into the hunter gatherer communities on the amazon. Sadly it is a lifestyle that is about to change. A growing population means that the rainforest can no longer sustain the hunter gatherer lifestyle . Animals are getting rarer and fish smaller due to over fishing as spears are replaced with nets. Illegal logging even in national reserves is putting the Amazon rainforest at even greater risk. I will leave this place with the happy faces of the children and the friendly waves and smiles of the adults as a lasting memory but sadly it is a lifestyle soon to be consigned to the past and the world will become poorer place as these people leave the garden of Eden.
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