The day officially started at 7:52am when I for the fourth or fifth time woke up. Let me tell you why; one imagines that the jungle is made of nice and friendly Timon and Pumba’s and the main goal is to have the most fun searching for the most rarest animals like the Jaguar that lives here in the Amazons, well that was my idea until yesterday night when we slept in our wooden floored cabin with “walls” made out of mosquito nets where the real sounds of the jungle are strenuous and intimidating.
After a horrible nightmare I woke up and it was still dark, the moon was at its fullest and hardly illuminated the thick jungle. Noises of wood being scratched, breathing, crickets, frogs, birds and who knows what else were so intense that I was shivering with fear.
We had breakfast and then like the day before we hopped on the canoe and paddled to the end of the lake where we took a stretch path which led to the Pinky Lake. We got to see cappuccino monkeys, singing birds, a black eagle, giant otter, a huge turtle, giant ants, etc. on the way.
With the so called apple of the jungle, which is a fruit, we got jungle tattoos; our guide
Don Cevero opened it with his machete and with a stick he drew a piranha’s eye in his hand, the first couple of hours it’s transparent, but then it becomes blue and stays for the next 10 days, after a failed attempt to draw a mustache tattoo on Bernd, in the pictures below you can see the latest design chosen.
Don Cevero introduced us to the jungle life in its most disgusting form; eating proteins. From a small fruit which he cut with his machete he removed three larvs, Bernd had no issues in swallowing it, even though the taste was coconut, the consistency of mucus was too much for me and I had to spit it out. We then saw a nest of termites and Don Cevero was quick to show us how to eat them and so we did; we stuck our tongues out, waited for them to get on it and then chewed and swallowed.
Bernd was carrying a bottle of water all the way when Don Cevero cut out a liana and made a back pack for the water.
We arrived to the Pinky Lake where we got into another canoe and just laid there and fished pirahna’s. It was just us and the lake. We had lots of fun bothering Don Cevero, which worked as a fisherman, because he was the last to catch a fish. With 12 fishes including red, yellow and white pirahna’s we packed up and headed back to our cabin.
They cooked the fish we had brought and that’s what we ate for dinner.