A typical day on the Aqua Nera goes like this:

• Breakfast
• Morning activity, usually involving taking the skiffs out
• Lunch
• Some free time, followed by an optional lecture on some highly interesting and relevant subject (“A Talk About the Taricaya Project”) in the lounge
• Afternoon activity, usually involving taking the skiffs out
• A briefing about tomorrow’s schedule, and then …
• Dinner

Today our morning activity was taking the skiffs to a local village to learn about how they live. The answer to that question is: they live a very primitive life, dependent on what the Amazon gives and takes from them, and with few modern conveniences.

The skiffs are metal boats fitted with 12 seats, plus one for the driver. On this cruise of 40 passengers, we’re divided into four groups of 10 then ride together each time. We get a different guide each time; each of the guides is a trained naturalist for this area, who also grew up in the Amazon Basin.

The Aqua Nera makes stops in the Amazon River itself as we travel each day and some nights. The skiffs rides often go off into tributaries or lakes that feed into or out of the Amazon. We’ve seen big rivers before: we grew up near the Hudson, we cruised along the Columbia, we’ve both flown over and walked near the Mississippi. But the Amazon is something else. We are 2,300 miles from its mouth at the Atlantic and the river here is masssive.

Today we rode past a couple of settlements before disembarking at our destination.

The small village we stopped at has somewhere between 60 and 80 residents (the guide wasn’t clear), and most of the buildings were surrounding the football (soccer) field. We had passed several other villages where the football fields were flooded; the Amazon water levels are apparently extremely high this year.

The houses and buildings, both here and the other villages we passed on the river, are all very crude. Wooden boards, no insulation, many with no real door, and almost all on stilts. Of course, the people are generally too poor to build better, but the river destroys everything too frequently to invest much in better buildings. They do have electricity through solar power, and I saw rechargeable batteries by one house.

We went and stood on the porch of one house, while the guide described some of the aspects of the locals’ daily life and diet. The woman who lived there stood by and occasionally answered questions he put to her. It definitely didn’t sound like a lifestyle I would enjoy; the romanticism about how they are living simple, natural lives would or we should somehow envy or emulate it doesn’t resonate with me. Nor does the view that we should protect their lifestyle rather than “ruin” it with modernity. Obviously, I wouldn’t force anyone to live any particular way. But they’ve adopted solar power, rechargeable batteries, internal combustion engines, and other selective aspects of our technology and seem better off for it.

We finished up by stopping and looking at crafts that the women were selling; some of our group bought some but we didn’t.

Then it was back to the Aqua Nera for a cooking demonstration, followed by lunch. The food on the boat has generally been good. The portions are modest but sufficient, and there’s always seconds if you are still hungry. Of particular note is that they are extremely attentive to the garlic issue; each meal comes with special dishes prepared for Sally without us even asking.

After lunch we rested for a while, and then went out for the afternoon skiff outing. I already told you what a disaster that was – torrential rain, followed by darkness while we looked for small birds and animals in the trees with a flashlight. The result is a crappy picture.

This post is coming out of order, so just bear with me for a minute.

This afternoon we went out for a three hour skiff ride (1), which was planned to extend to about 7:00pm, which would give us an hour in the jungle after sunset. This way we could learn and experience the jungle at night.

We left about 4:00 after having slathered ourselves in insect repellent, along with sunscreen. I snapped the picture above as we pulled away from the Aqua Nera.

About 4:05 it started to rain.

About 4:10 it started to pour.

By 4:20 it was coming down in buckets – the heaviest rain I’ve ever actually been outside in. Everyone in our skiff donned large ponchos.

This – meaning the torrential rain – continued until maybe 5:30. I can’t be sure, as I was huddled under the poncho and wasn’t willing to take my arm out to see the time. Around then, the downpour eased off to merely a heavy rainfall, which continued for another 30 minutes.

Everyone on the boat was soaked, despite the ponchos. Sally and my shoes are sitting on the floor of our cabin with the insoles removed, hoping that they’ll dry out by the morning. My camera strap and belt are both soaked (the cameras are all fine). All of our clothes are in the laundry basket, dripping wet.

The picture above might be the only good shot of the afternoon; I didn’t take another shot until it was dark and I don’t know if they came out.

As they say, travel can be an adventure. Unfortunately, not all of the adventures are fun.

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(1) The skiffs are the 10-passenger open boats that we take excursions in two or three times a day.

This trip will be a lot of stops, ranging from one night to three. Lima is only two nights, but our 7:00am arrival yesterday effectively gave us two full days to see the city. Which is not nearly enough, in my opinion. It’s a big city of about 13 million people, with many different areas and things to do. Yesterday was completely unplanned, while today was mostly planned.

After another breakfast at the hotel, we met our guide Miguel and driver Jose for a City Tour. This was to cover the old central part of the city. Lots of government buildings, churches and walking through the streets.

Peru has a robust middle class, but like all countries, also a group that is very poor. The average per capita income GDP is about $11,000, which you can double when adjusted for the cost of living here. That latter number would be about 21% of the US. Miraflores and Barranco, where we spent yesterday, are solidly middle and upper class. But from where we were today, you can see examples of the extreme poverty some endure.

As with most large cities, there is an active street life. We saw businessmen having a meeting on the street, a school trip, artists working and lots of security and police.

Our travel agent got the message that we didn’t want to tour any museums, but apparently missed the part about churches. So we hit two big churches, one of which is the Lima Cathedral. The second, especially, was quite impressive. Among other things, it contains the tomb of Francisco Pizarro, we vaguely remembered from our grade school history studies of the colonization of the Americas by the European powers 500 years ago. There is also lots of art. An interesting aspect is the depiction of Christ adapted to local culture.

At the end of the four hour tour, Miguel and Jose dropped us at El Mercado, a restaurant that our travel agent had booked for us. We’re usually a bit concerned about restaurant reservations like this; travel agents and hotel concierges like to recommend relatively fancy places. But we’re not fancy restaurant people. El Mercado was a pleasant surprise – lively, casual yet very nice. The staff was very accommodating and the food was fresh and good.

While we were touring with Miguel, I got a text from our hotel asking us if we wanted to schedule our complimentary massages. We didn’t know we had any complimentary massages. But after an exchange of texts with the lady from the spa, we arranged for a 4:00pm appointment for the two of us.

So after lunch, back to the room for a rest, and then we had our very nice, complementary massages.

We’re flying to Iquitos this morning to hook up with our Amazon cruise. I’m not sure I’ll get the Friday blog posted before we depart (we’re at the gate waiting to board now), and WiFi and cell service will be spotty at best while we’re on the boat.

I’ll post when I can.

So we arrived a bit early this morning at the airport, just before 7:00am. Surprisingly, we both slept well on the plane. That’s almost never happened to me. As usual (1) we were met at the airport after clearing passport control and customs and escorted to the Milaflores Park Hotel, in the suburb of Milaflores, Lima. Not surprisingly, our room was not ready (it was only about 8:30), but our travel agent had arranged to have a temporary room to use until our room was ready.

We had breakfast in the hotel. Breakfast is included, but we’re not sure about whether we’ll pay for this one, as we are not actually checked into our room yet. It really doesn’t matter; we needed breakfast.

I should mention the weather here in Lima. The high temperature every day is about 80F, and the sky is grey. The sky is grey pretty much every day from about now until the end of the year. Except when you can’t even see the sky because of the mist and fog. One of the nicknames for Lima is “Grey Lima”.

After a bit of settling in we went out exploring and went to Barranco, adjacent to Miraflores where we are staying. There was a beautiful park stretching along the Pacific, with great views, that we walked through. And then we went into a few art/artisan stores and saw some very interesting stuff.

But we walked too far, and were very tired by the time we got back to the room. I ran out to get a snack, while Sally rested up.

When we checked in, the receptionist told us that the hotel has a special complementary Pisco (2) Sour demonstration in the bar every day at 4:00, so we cleaned up and went down to see what this was about.

Well, we were very surprised and had a great time. Instead of the usual “here’s how you make this, and here is a sample” we’ve gotten at wineries, breweries and distilleries, our bartender, Andre, put on a two hour show that included an uncountable number of tastings and mixed drinks.

It started as any winery tour does. Here are three varieties of Pisco, here are the grapes they come from, etc. And of course, we tasted all of these.

Then Andre showed us how to make a Pisco Sour, which is similar to a Whisky Sour. But Andre was very particular about how to start:

• 3 parts pisco
• 1 part sugar syrup
• 1 part key lime juice
• 1/2 part egg white
• 5 drops of Angostura bitters.

Then there’s the construction: shake the first four ingredients for 15 seconds, add ice and shake for 10 seconds, etc. Be careful about how much foam is on the top of the drink (from the egg white). Fill the glass to the very brim. Drink.

And then we started on the variations. What happens if you use mango instead of the lime juice? How about ginger ale instead of the lime juice? We had small shots of different mixes, and also full-sized drinks. Coca, pineapple, passion fruit, ginger & honey. This went on for two hours. I lost count of the number of drinks we tried. Andre emphasized many times that we were under no obligation to finish any of them; we didn’t. I would have passed out at the bar if I did.

Adding to the fun were a gay couple from Pennsylvania, an Air Force fighter pilot and a senior HR executive, on their delayed honeymoon. The four of us bonded over travel and booze.

Then the four of us were invited to make our own (traditional recipe) Pisco Sours. It’s not really a hard drink to make; just pour in the ingredients, shake, add the ice, shake, add the bitters, drink. But of course, Andre insisted that we do each step with flair. Careful attention must be paid to the initial shaking, which creates the foam that must float in a layer of about 1/8” at the top of the drink. The glass must be filled to the very brim. A design is made with the drops of bitters; all of us used more than two.

By the time we stumbled out of the bar at 6:00, we were both buzzing. But this was a great, and unexpected, experience.

Since we were too buzzed to go out, we cancelled our dinner reservation and ordered sandwiches from room service. We have a 9:00 pickup in the morning for a city tour, so getting some sleep in is required.

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(1) As regular readers will recall, we have been traveling with end-to-end escorts on all of our major trips for several years now. It has advantages and disadvantages.

(2) Pisco is a colorless or yellowish-to-amber-colored spirit produced in winemaking regions of Peru and Chili, made by distilling fermented grape juice into a high-proof spirit. If not made in specified regions in Peru, it is called grappa. Peruvian pisco is usually colorless, and distilled to about 40% or 42% alcohol.

Tonight, at the stroke of midnight (1), our flight takes off to take us to begin our next adventure. We’re off to Peru, where we will travel using planes, trains, boats, busses and automobiles across much of the country.

As we are making 7 or 8 stops along the way, our plan was to go with only carry-on baggage. As always, the advantages are: no risk of having your baggage lost, and no waiting at the baggage claim carousel after each flight.

This has worked successfully for our last two trips, but we couldn’t figure it out this time for a couple of reasons. First, because of the length of the trip, our need for liquids exceeds the universal carry-on limitation. And we can’t just buy the supplies at our first stop in Lima, because we have four more domestic flights in Peru, and didn’t think a good plan was to attempt to re-buy the stuff every few days (2). Second, the combination of the length of the trip and the varied climates we will experience just requires too many clothing items. So, rather than fight the inevitable, we are taking one additional carry-on sized bag (3), which we will check for the flights. We’ll drag our cabin luggage with us, so we’re only at risk of loosing the one checked bag and not all of our stuff.

Our last several airport trips have been without incident. We broke that string tonight. First, we got caught by an open drawbridge and sat still for about 10 minutes. We breezed through the bag drop, and then found that TSA-Precheck lines are not open tonight. No reason given (4). So rather than spending five minutes going through security, it took about 25 minutes. Fortunately, we’re always overly cautious about leaving enough time at the airport, and we got to the lounge with an hour remaining before we need to head to the gate. Which is an hour before the scheduled departure.

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(1) Not exactly midnight: the flight is scheduled for 11:59. As if any flight actually leaves with that sort of precision.

(2) Some of our liquids are almost certainly not available in Peru.

(3) This bag is actually smaller than the standard 21.5” carry-on bag.

(4) But we can all guess the reason.