The River of the Mother of God

There is something magical about a place that can only be accessed by water – an ocean or a river.

An aura of mystery surrounds it, and the long boat ride heightens one’s level of expectancy as the┬ádestination nears. From the sleepy gold mining town of Laberinto, you have to spend anywhere form six to thirteen┬áhours on a boat in order to reach Los Amigos – depending on the boat. Sometimes, you could run faster upriver, and most of the time, you tend to share the really slow rides with everything from chickens to motorcycles.

On my first trip ever, someone next to me was carefully picking the meat of the rib cage of an animal that I couldn’t identify. I politely refused to share her lunch and I still wonder what I could have eaten – agouti? paca? squirrel monkey?

The view is always the same and yet, never boring
The view is always the same and yet, never boring
Binoculars out, ready for river birds, our crew checks out their first glimpse of the rainforest
Binoculars out, ready for river birds, our crew checks out their first glimpse of the rainforest
Many hours and torrential downpours later, we are finally at our new home - Los Amigos, nestled on the edge of the River of the Mother of God
Many hours and torrential downpours later, we are finally at our new home – Los Amigos, nestled on the edge of the River of the Mother of God