Remember the Rainforest 1
attempts, we were able to light small torches, and we walked with our Indians along with some local ones, who illuminated the dangerous way along the cliffs. We needed to get back to the river, above the fall. The more we wandered, the more we were trapped in the darkness of the closed bush, and the more dangerous the way was. What if we fell into a rift in the rocks, hit our heads on a protruding edge, stumbled in the root of a tree or got entangled in the thorny windings of the Salsaparilla.
This nocturnal walk, in a constant rain, risking our stepping on a snake or another animal, was among the most painful we have done. On impulse, our guides stopped, and we saw the edge of a wall of rock, lost away from the river. After all, we had spotted their campfire from afar, from where the watchman heard our call and sent us helpers. Late, after midnight, we arrived at the camp, whose campfire was already fading.
the Bariguda paxiuba, whose tall trunk of 40 or so feet thickens in the middle, like a barrel, so that this part is usually dug out by the Indians for their canoes. In the forest itself, we found small palisades, and here and there, sprouting on the rocks, sebaceous bushes of the arum creeper, and particularly the cymbidium
(Carludovica), a plant genus that first became known in Peru. In addition, it looked like this forest was now quite uninhabited by animals; only monkeys of many species were seen,
mutuns fled, sneaking into the bushes, and some large blue macaws squawked at the top of the palm trees, where they nestled.