rimas del Papagajo

Everybody out there rollin’
The frog don´t talk much
That’s why he was callin’
For the next few lines on my blog you been klickin’
The clock is tickin’
I’m still sittin’ in the jungle
Now straight back from Canoa
In the times of the robots -
Cracker’s fiction takes over: OK not KO!
The last campfire we had was on New Years. Rasmus, Carter, Derek and I came back from Jaime’s, the shaman, where we decided to have our special Sylvester ceremony on Ayahuasca. It was a nice and calm night. We experienced the spirits of nature under his house right at the river Napo listening to the jungle rather then firecrackers.
When we hit the dining room at around 10:30 pm. all four of us had taking our shirts off, slightly hallucinating; we’d find Anastasia in front of a set of speakers looking worn out.
She told us about Nick who was freaking out worrying about rabies all night after he got bitten by a dog in Tena. Even though the scratches on his cough were checked and cleaned by a doctor. Anyway, I went right in the kitchen to cook some spaghetti, while Rasmus was working on the firewood we collected earlier. Anastasia took over when I got to the tomato sauce. It was a great close to midnight snack. Only Nick didn’t have his appetite back!
At 12 o’clock we cheered up with Pepsi-cola and ate saltine crackers.
The talk out of the end of the day into the New Year took place in the hammocks around the fireplace. All satisfied reflecting on the won soccer match earlier that day.

On the first of January the bus schedule varied vaguely. But late drivers are better then drunk drivers I propose. This next work week at Jatun Sacha was laid back and relaxed. We did a bit of weeding, running, soccer and workout. Nights at the bar and movies on Alejos computer made it even better. Somewhat the kids at school do also have holidays!
On the 9th I helped to construct the extension on the roof of a three storied house, 300 yards up the road. It is the property of five Spanish friends who initiated their foundation “Ali Supay” (www.alisupay.org) against the oil companies four years ago.

After that I was ready for vacation and fled the next day to Quito. That night I ran into Nick, Carter and Derek who just came back from a shopping trip to Otavalo, the town with “the world’s biggest market”. Carter had reserved a four bed dormitory. Jumping out of the lobby of the hostel “Posada del Maple”, the four of us had some cocktails and ate some delicious chicken wraps before we went to see “The Inconvenient Truth” in the “Cinemark”.
Two nights from there Carter took his flights back to Utah, Derek the bus to Tena, Nick stayed in Quito to see another doctor for either his eye infection or some stomach ulcer and I left for Canoa where I arrived after 9h bus, 20 min ferry and 15 min taxi rides.
The taxi driver dropped me off in front of the Bamboo hotel where I met Rasmus at the reception bar. He later introduced me to three friends from La Hesperia’s volunteers and Anastasia. The dreamlike week of vacation had begun.
Canoa is a tiny fisher village with one of the longest beaches in Ecuador esteemed by surfers. Good for seafood and recreation of the hinges.
The week is hard to describe, therefore I picture it: