Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?


Crossing the low river to leave Uwijint after the second day's seminar. We visited two small jungle waterfalls before making it to Jorge Tungi's place, but they weren't very impressive in the photographic sense, so I didn't take many pictures.

I DID however spot this strange fungus growing off trail, known locally as a rabo del Diablo (Devil's tail). Approximately 8 inches long.

Making our way along the creek from the lower waterfall to the upper one. In New Zealand we'd call this type of travel "Stream-Bashing." Sure brought back some good memories. Also destroyed one of the Jatun Sacha girls' cameras. Ziplocks recommended.

At the second waterfall we had our faces decorated with achiote pigment. The Monkey Man lives!

Here the two PCVs, sweaty and stinking, share an embrace miles from anywhere in front of a waterfall thought to give special spiritual powers to the Shuar people of the Ecuadorian Amazon basin.


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