Hungry traveler

Waking up at 6:00 am that morning was hard. Not because at that hour the sheets are dewy, or that you need to take a headlamp into the bathroom, or because you’re exhausted from the hike the night before. As soon as we woke up on our last day at Tiputini, our hearts broke, for…

Autenticidad

As we bump from bus to bus on the winding way to Cumbaya, the silence is disrupted only by the arrival of the daily habas vendor, loudly chanting the name of the beans over and over as he enters one end of the bus and exits the other, not selling a single bag. Everyone sticks to their…