Sunday, March 31, 2013
I'm facing probably hip surgery this summer, and I'm thinking it may make sleeping in a hammock inadvisable. So I'm thankful for the memories I have associated with my hammock experiences. They began that same summer, in 2006, when we traveled by "lancha" to visit jungle villages.
I was set up in a hammock between Ps. Jorge and his wife Sabina.
Elvis made a little coccoon for himself to keep out not only light but also any bugs that strayed from port stops on the way.
While we waited for our return "lancha", we slung a hammock. Here, Cesar and Jhon play around on it.
They turned serious when they realized i was taking their picture.
This is a rare photo of Cesar actually SMILING without me having to tickle him. He is so cute!
Michael was quite sleepy and stretched out for a nap.
Once aboard, hammocks slung, I got a picture of my typical view.
Jhon had been the favorite meal of mosquitos, so he hadn't slept well at all during the mission. He was ready to catch up on sleep!
Mike didn't waste any time either.
An exhausted Elvis.
In the summer of 2007 - the summer I got to know Levi better - the "Soldados de Espera" were formed, and there were other hammock memories. But maybe I'll do those tomorrow!
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Since I lost my hard drive in the fall, I lost a lot of my photo files. However, I DID post a lot in my old photobucket account. So today, after having myself a good workout, I decided to retrieve some from my mission to Peru in 2006. Gave me a lot of smiles. So I figured I'd share SOME here.
The "Soldados de Barro" - Mud Soldiers - was a name that came to apply especially to the group of fellows who accompanied me to visit some churches along the Puinahua, a channel off of a larger river in the jungle region of Peru. Because we had to go against the current and the lads had to get out to haul our small boat by ropes, they slogged through the mud on the banks. Same when we ran out of oil, while one of our company got a ride from another boater to get more, the lads hauled the boat along the shore while the womenfolk stretched our legs walking.
I felt more like a missionary during these times, especially taking a squat in the brush!
Cattle sighting along the way
Sabina and I became close friends as we shared these experiences
My "sons" Jhon, Elvis, and Cesar, waiting to disembark.
Spectacular sunset on the river
The mud begins!
Jhon washes off some of HIS mud the next day at the village's pond
Getting ready to continue to other villages in a boat called a peque-peque
Out of oil - a stretch of the legs as the boys prepare to slog through more mud
Jhon, in yellow, sinks suddenly. Pastor Alcides is pushing with a pole.
One of my favorite pictures - the pastoras Sabina and Maria walking through the brilliant green rice
Poor Jhon gets the worst of the mud.
Very real hazards of missionary work - tracks indicate alligators.
This carcass illustrates that stingrays are also a hazard.
My first taste of carachama, an ugly but delicious bottom dweller
Piranhas are not the ONLY toothy fish in these waters! This guy jumped into our boat.
More mud at night as we disembark in Bretaņa
Me and my "sons" and Sabina, getting ready to return to Iquitos by "lancha" ( a larger boat)
Our transport "home"
There are so many other cool photos, but I think I'll post them tomorrow!
Thursday, March 28, 2013
I had a decent tax return this year. And since I'm not traveling, nor am I yet bringing my fiance Levi up here till we get past the bureaucratic paperwork, I am saving money towards a return trip to Peru, hoping for NEXT year.
When I left for Peru last summer, I weighted 226. I lost ten pounds by the time I came home, thanks to all the fish and the fact that I'm not big on rice, and heat takes my appetite...plus my walks with Papito Eladio. With hard work, using Spark's trackers, I've managed to lose another 13 more. These photos from 2011 had me weighing in around 215, I think. My little Peruvian friend is Vicki Campos Ayasta, who is like my little sister. She's a mighty prayer warrior, and it's amazing what bearhugs she can give! I am thinking of "employing" her to accompany me when I return and travel outside of Lima, as she did in 2011. We made a great team then!
Enjoying "helado" (ice cream) in Chiclayo, Vicki's home town
Vicki and I above the streets of Quito, Ecuador
With Pastora Nubia at her favorite market in Quito, Ecuador
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