Welcome to the jungle
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The tour consisted of me and one other girl, Karine, a French Canadian who was also travelling alone for the 1st time; she however was at the tail end of her trip as opposed to my beginning. Our guide took us to the
So Karine and I spent about an hour admiring the mountains extending high in the sky all around us: tall, lush, green and covered in hazy ever shifting clouds.
When we arrived in Tena 3 hours later it was dark already, and our 2nd guide was awaiting our arrival. We grabbed a quick bite and took a truck to the edge of the town, with a few extra locals joining us on the way. These were a few family members of our guide, an indigenous Quechua tribe, and the guide said his family consisted these days of about 60 memebers.. When the road ended we put on our wellies and grabbed our flash lights, and began to hike into the deep dark unknown.
Roughly 30 mins later we arrived at our cabins, and were told it was time to learn about their Shamanic rituals. I had read about these before so was expecting something like an invite to an actual ceremony, with a Shaman mostly naked an painted and pierced everywhere, chanting, with a roaring fire and natives dancing around it to the wild beat of a drum. What we got, however, were 3 little kids walking in a circle while one of the adults played a flute of sorts. They were cute in their costumes, but a far cry from the mighty warriors I had pictured! I guess I should have known however that the ceremonies are far 2 sacred and rare to invite every wanderer in. We retired right after that to our wooden and bamboo pole lodge, complete with bug nets over our beds, and fell asleep to the sounds of the jungle.