The next morning, our guide picked us up at our hostel. We ended up riding up river about 45 minutes to a refuge. Our time their would include lodging, food, nature walks, etc. Below is a picture of our mosquito free hut with a toilet(no door though)!

As soon as we put our bags down, we ate and were on our way to our first nature walk. There was so much to see. I warned our guide that the one thing that I was afraid of was tarantula's. On our first walk out, he stops and says, "I don't want to you to worry..... Don't look over there." After he said, don't worry, I thought for sure the the tarantula was on my back. It wasn't. It was over on a tree and I actually got pretty close to take a picture. It had a friend about 4 feet lower on the same tree. One picture was enough for me.

Louis (our guide in the picture below) took us to the Yagua Village. Most of these folks spoke very little Spanish and had their own language. There have been articles about undiscovered tribes and I can confidently say that this indigenous tribe was not one of those. They seemed to have a relationship with our jungle lodge and had charms and crafts ready for us to purchase. They were so nice, especially the males. The Second male in charge said that if Heather and I moved to the village that we would be "well-nourished". He was very flirtatious. We later learned that polygamy was common in the villages. I have some other photos of the women in this village. I wish I could say that they seemed as happy as the males, but their faces told a different story.


When we weren't eating or trekking, we passed time with card playing. The locals taught Heather a new game and we played that for the rest of the trip. Even more entertaining was a puppy called fastidio. This is translated as 'annoying'. This little puppy was a bit of a whiner, but we never saw any of that. Probably because anytime he came near us, we spoiled him by holding him and kissing him. He was SO SWEET!!

When people ask me what my favorite part of the trip was, I think it was probably when I held the three toed sloth. It was so heavy... and slow... and noisy in a cute kind of way..... I couldn't get enough of this guy. They put him down and he made a run for it. It took him about 4 minutes to get 7 feet. I wish I had video of him, and maybe I'll find some online. He was great.

The clouds were amazing.

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