General Travel




We ’d set out from the harborage at Iquitos, Peru at evening the night ahead, meeting our naturalist attendants, getting a quick safety briefing, and enjoying a stimulating Pisco Sour in our welcome toast.

This morning we were over by 6AM, too agitated about our Amazon River piranha fishing adventure listed for latterly in the day to sleep- heft.

All of us early catcalls were treated to instigative to see creatures in the amazon swash including egrets and pink dolphins before we ’d indeed had our first mug of coffee.


The avaricious birdwatchers on board were blessed with another spectacular sighting before the sun had completely risen.


The various gentleman pictured below is a Capped Heron, which is set up in numerous corridor of Central America and South America.

The species is striking thanks the brilliant blue and pink on its beak, bright unheroic feathers, and those long skinny awards that made it look like a more refined distant kinsman to Africa’s celebrated Secretary Bird.

In what came a diurnal routine, after breakfast we loaded up our gear into lower skiffs and shot farewell to the mama boat, which would be our home down from home for the coming week.

The sword- peeled boat was precisely what I ’d imagined in my fantasies about what an Amazon River voyage might be like.

It offered 12 commodious passenger apartments, a great open bar/ chesterfield area, an air- conditioned dining room, and a sweet little sun sundeck on top that was perfect for soaking in the girding view.

But it was the skiffs by which we’d do utmost of our exploring, venturing 600 long hauls over and down the Peruvian Amazon and its colorful feeders.


It did n’t take long for us to get a gander at some of the amazing Peruvian Amazon jungle creatures.

In the case of this enough pink- toed tarantula, the Amazon wildlife came right to us!

As our skiff was motoring along, the little gentleman suddenly surfaced from his hidey- hole near the front of the boat, to the delight of enough important everyone.

One of the effects that struck us most about our time in the Amazon was the challenges the Ribereños( “ swash people ”) faced in their diurnal lives.

Living on a biodiversity-rich lowland that regularly undergoes drastic environmental change( see flood tide waters that annually rise over 40 bases) requires great tenacity and resourcefulness, not to mention literacy to live in harmony with the frequently harsh rudiments.

We were amazed by people who traveled long hauls every day to grope, quest and trade, with their only mode of transport a unker canoe fashioned from massive logs and a single paddle.

As we headed towards the confluence where the Marañón River and the Ucayalli River, our Amazon wildlife sightings got better and further frequent.

The place was truly a raspberry- nut’s dream, from slate- headed harpies and longneck terns to colorful egrets and the beautiful black collared jingoist.

In all, we spotted over 200 different raspberry species during our week in Peru.

After a important- demanded autumn drowse, we loaded back onto the skiffs for our first journey into one of the Amazon’s numerous feeders, the Yarapa River.

At this point, we began to realize how far from “ civilization ” we ’d gone.

There were no other marketable boats to be set up; only the occasional fisher in a unker canoe. And the swash ‘s water was as still and reflective as imaged glass.


latterly that night our naturalist companion, Usiel, tied the skiff to an astonishingly various pink- and-green tree for our evening adventure in Amazon River piranha fishing.

What do piranhas eat? We were shocked to learn that the most effective Piranha bait is … funk!

The process of piranha fishing is veritably simple. You skewer a piece of raw funk onto a hooked line attached to a thin pole( no roll involved), also stay for the toothy suckers to bite.

Our new friend Cindy snappily proved a piranha fishing pro, pulling in five red belly piranha in fairly rapid-fire race.

Mary and I only caught two to three each but were excited by the experience.

It included lots of near misses and a many piranha flopping around the boat after they managed to wriggle off the hooks.

Then, Usiel gives us a immediate look at the sharp piranha teeth that have earned the small fish such a fearsome character.


set up throughout the Peruvian Amazon receptacle and other corridor of South America, these pets average5.5 to10.25 elevation in length, though samples up to 17 elevation have been reported.

Their mythological character as ferocious bloodsuckers who hunt in seminaries is kindly

Research has proven them to be skittish opportunists who academy, not in order to quest, but for protection from bloodsuckers similar as caimans and dolphins.

But, as we saw from the bones
we caught, they will resort to cannibalism if the occasion arises.

In the end, our group caught dozens of piranhas in an hour.

Their sanguine- orange bellies made them as beautiful as they’re dangerous numerous a original fisher( who catch them for subsistence) bears the scars of piranha teen when handling the original fish.
Fortunately, we escaped unscathed.


That night we were treated to an unanticipated surprise that came our favorite nocturnal ritual.

Every evening at 630, our naturalist attendants Usiel( cans) and Johnny Balarezo Malatesta( maracas) would join members of the boat’s crew to form a band.

In a running joke, the name of the band changed every night to reflect commodity that had happed that day.

The music they played veered from traditional Peruvian folk music to American gemstone ‘ n ’ roll played on Peruvian instruments similar as visage flute and charango.

incontinently subsequently, they chimed the bell calling us to regale. Everyone got excited as bar/ kitchen director Charlie(a.k.a. Carlito) brought out a server piled with our fried piranha that we caught before that day.

So what does piranha taste like? Actually, piranha meat tastes veritably analogous to any other light, short, white fish, albeit slightly bony overall.

But the tender bits of meat were wettish and succulent, and maybe took on an added bit of lusciousness because we knew we ’d worked for our supper.
It was tough to go back to our room at the end of the night after a day filled with fun and excitement.

But after the sun went down and the Amazon’s notoriously nasty bugs came out( more on that latterly), we ate the cooling blast of air exertion and the comfort of our cozy beds.

We had been over for over 14 hours at that point, and we knew we ’d have to be over bright and early for day 2 of our inconceivable adventure in the Amazon in Peru.