Monkeys galore

Trip Start Nov 03, 2012
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Trip End Dec 31, 2012


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Sunday, December 2, 2012

Because we had missed our afternoon walk the day before and Eduardo had assured us that this walk was the best way to see the wooly monkey we were up again at quarter past 5 for a 5:30 breakfast in order to fit the walk into our schedule. As we were getting ready for the walk Eduardo called us over to just behind his lodge where a monkey had been sitting high up in the canopy. After some failed attempts at photos we moved off on the walk. Sure enough within seconds we observed a number of monkeys up in the canopy. Heads and cameras turned skyward. Click click clickety click!
Not only monkeys but a speckled owl and its owlet, two types of Army ants (one that photogenically crossed our path the other which unphotogenically took over our path causing us to run) and a multitude of fungi.

After the walk we came back to the lodge to pack up and one last opportunity to use a regular toilet for a few hours. A short boat trip and we arrived at beginning of a walk to another lake - San cristobel.
Getting out of the boat was a challenge. Mud everywhere.
Everywhere.
We visited a small dock on the lake where Eduardo informed us that this lake was dying/evaporating and would like turn to swamp/marsh land in 70-80 years. Further a long the bank of the lake was a lookout tower. We climbed the stairs to the top where we met up with the boat crew who had spotted a black collared eagle that sat majestically on top of a tree, totally out of range of Alexis' camera but thankfully well within Tina's Pentax.

Returning to the boat we were surrounded by monkeys, two types, the squirrel and the manchurian which seem quite at ease taking up the same canopy.

Rain came and before it went away to annoy us another day, we arrived at the ranger station where Edward needed to make a report of sightings and we saw evidence first hand, of how rain changes the structure of the shore line (a piece of it slid off the bank and almost into the boat).
3 hours later, at the junction of two rivers was Bocca Manu, a small town if Andean and native people we picked up supplies for dinner (bottle of red at 30 Soles) and onto the Hummingbird lodge who, unfortunately due to a break down in communication was not expecting us.
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