With aprehension and heavy ¨red eye bus lag¨ i start walking. In confidence i count the blocks following the directions written on my hand. After 15 minutes i arrive at the end of my directions. I´m dissapointed, but not surprised to see that i´m not at the docks, nor am i even on the river front.
After asking a handfull of people i arrive at the docks nearly half an hour later. I curse my backpack weighted with everything from books, clothes, seeds, string and even stones.
I pass the office and they tell me that the next boat leaves in three days. He points towards the river and says ¨The Gilmer III.¨
The rustbucket of my lancha or cargo boat named Gilmer III lays crowded amongst a slew of other ancient vessels. I wonder what happened to Gilmer I and Gilmer II.
Seeing the animals below, I hesitate before descending the muddy river bank to climb on board. Do i really feel like i can stay on this boat for more than a few minutes?
Nearly slipping into the mud i climb a wood plank onto the deck. Once up, i head towards the cabins. I don´t see any one selling tickets. After some searching, i find the captain and he tells me that they do indeed set sail in three days, at which time I can buy a ticket.
He also tells me i can hang my hammock on the deck. I´m stoked to have a free place to sleep while i work to save for my passage (80 soles, or about $25). I just need to sell about 15 soles a day to buy my ticket... a very do-able goal.
He lets me leave my things in the office and i head to the streets to start pedalling my jewelry.
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