Lying underneath a tightly meshed mesquito net here in the middle of the Amazon, an hour out of Coca. Miros is on my mind, a Czech guy I met at the dock, heading out on election Sunday for Manaus, Brazil, more than 2,000km. from here on the Rio Napo, solo on a pedal-powered canoe. Video on the way...
The young girl from Sweden and her Polish boyfriend, fishing their way around the world dine together in the Yaturi Lodge main hall. They showed me a video of them killing a GIANT trantula in their room just a few hour before. We ate some of the pirhana they caught ealier today. He shows me another video of the blowfish they caught. "It look like giant pimple," he says with his thick eastern European accent. They catch crab on the Northern tip of Norway, the North Cape for an American out of Seattle. Off to shoot the election and the native market in Coca.
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