After several days of toiling around on the cabins and lodge, our crew decides to call this jungle experience over and face the what's now only a figment of our imagination: The Outside. Will we react like the some of the past Huaorani, who upon seeing a car for the first start screaming and hiding? Probably not. Will our long beards and wild eyes scare aware every female that comes upon our thirsty stares? Most definitely. I suspect that Tom and Mariela are a bit concerned about releasing us out into the wilds of the city--as they should be.
We depart early for the 20 hour journey with anticipation of running into many downed logs because of the low water level. Our canoe trip in was torturous, so we expect nothing less for the journey out. This time we plan better and stack two air mattresses on the canoe floor and take turns lounging on it. Our crew consists of myself, Joe, Tom, Mariela, Otobo, Conan, Carmen, the 2 year-old Wicama, and the newborn, Briana--yes, you heard right, after much persistence I convinced Otobo to give his newborn girl a variation of my name. This naming all but guarantees that this girl will grow up with my flawless personality although Tom has informed me that by custom I now will be responsible for her education when she grows up. This somehow fulfills the prophecy that this trip would spawn children all over the world...
The canoe trip upriver is going well quite well and after 5 hours we are starting to enter into the part of the Amazon were the two uncontacted tribes have been known to live, which is not of much worry as we continue to motor upstream. Everthing's gravy until I hear a loud thud and turn around in time to see our outboard motor pop off the canoe and sink to the bottom of the river........(cont'd later today).
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