Jungle Barbie & The Slow Boat to Peru

E-mail originally written & sent home in May 2003 – after a week on a boat sleeping in a hammock in ‘rather close’ quarters  – heading up the Amazon river from Manaus, Brazil to the tri-border of Brazil/ Columbia/ Peru.

Rather close quarters indeed
Rather close quarters indeed

… SLOW being an understatement. I have finally made it out of Brazil after 4 months here – and another 7 days on this boat. I know it wasn´t all a dream, because I cant remember the last time I slept.

Never thought I’d say this, but I never want to see another hammock again – my back has actually curved into a banana shape and I feel like I am constantly rocking ever-so-slightly (although that could be down to fact Brazil has given me a Caipirinha blood-transfusion). If there’s such a thing as hammock-sores I probably have them.

Emma attempts to ignore pre-concussion child
Emma attempts to ignore the pre-concussion child using my hamaca/bed for the next 7 nights as a swing. Cute for 5 minutes

This 7 day journey induced:

INSOMNIA – Over 100 Brasileros all sleeping on one deck. That means over 100 hammocks crammed into a space that was appox 12m x 6m – literally not big enough to swing a sloth.

I tried, but he was having none of it
I tried, but he was having none of it

Anyone who´s ever slept with me (not in the biblical sense) knows my love of warm, cosy, dark places. This was not one. Brazilian pop played on top deck at all hours and soaps constantly rotate on crackly tv 24/7 (actually I do have a soft spot for ‘Mujeres Apaxionadas’ – each character has a theme song when they appear on screen – the lead’s is Norah flipping Jones – they love it). To top of all off, they ring bells in your face over your hammock at 5am each morning for breakfast (loose term). Not sure who ‘they’ is as can never focus at that time, but if I ever see the soft focus bell-ringer again, they’ll be sorry!

NO PRIVACY – ´slept in´ one day til 7am ignoring the bells, the bells. Brazilian ´neighbour´ (he´s practically on top of me) shouts “Good afternoon Gringa” sarcastically which all the passengers find hysterical… AT 7AM – is he having a laugh?

ALCOHOLISM – Induced by no.3. Upped quotient each night – Day 1 = beer, 2 = wine, 3 = vodka & orange, 4 = whisky and guarana, 5 = caipirinhas and cheap jesus wine, 6 = beers and valium. Highlight for most passengers was a toss up between me falling out of hammock lots (well, I´d broken it on the first night in my eagerness to hop in, an enthusiastic hammock virgin – oh how that changed – I am now more like a hammock slag) or the demo of my Brazilian dance moves (a slow 2 step with a partner) on the top deck whilst moored at a Catholic village… to DJ Hype. Well, we were in the Junglist Massive after all – when in Rome & all that.

 Wh -wh-wh-wh-wh-When I raise my trig-ger fin-ger all yo' fuckers hit the deck, deck!
"Wh -wh-wh-wh-wh-When I raise my trig-ger fin-ger all yo' fuckers hit the deck, deck"

CLAUSTROPHOBIA – If you have a row/ embarrass yourself/ insult someone/ flash someone/ basically open your mouth without thinking (my specialities) then there´s nowhere to escape to.

BOREDOM – breeds arguments about who ashed under who´s hammock and attempts to storm off in a huff (not possible – we’re on a boat for Christ’s sake).

Emma looks all sweetness & light, but just wait til she ashes that fag under your hammock (pictured top left)
Emma looks all sweetness & light, but just wait til she ashes that fag under your hammock (pictured top left)
She's wondering if it's wrong to minesweep & smoke the butts
She's wondering if it's wrong to minesweep & smoke the butts

FOOD NEUROSIS – brought on by bad food – my own personal hell. Rice twice a day for a week. I ran out of personal supplies of chocolate, Skittles and crisps on day 1 because of no.3.

Day 3
Day 3: No more rice... please

CABIN FEVER – when we stopped on Day 5 at a small village we all got so excited to walk more than 6 metres at a time that we rushed off the boat onto dry land and civilisation… and a bar. And decided we didn´t like civilisation and having to cope with other people – or the fact we were no longer rocking. Longed to be back in hammock with nothing to do and no reason to feel guilty about doing just that.

Weirdly this was the bar/ only place to get drinks... MTV Lanchonette
Weirdly this was the only place to get drinks... MTV Lanchonette. Really.

PARANOIA – have to sleep with passport, money, camera, music etc in bag in between legs in hammock. Not a time for a Princess-and-the-Pea type mentality. But on the upside I did have Bjork clasped between my thighs.

CHILDREN – they smell my fear and come too near. And cry. Problem is that they are so beautiful out here that you can be fooled into thinking they aren´t evil.

Pic Like mantequilla wouldn’t melt - makes you realise how minging we are in the y(UK) doesn't it? I am procreating with a Brasilero quicksmart
Like mantequilla wouldn’t melt...
Like mantequilla wouldn’t melt... makes you realise how minging we are in the y(UK) doesn't it? I am procreating with a Brasilero quicksmart
Makes you realise how minging we are in the y(UK) doesn't it? I am procreating with a Brasilero quicksmart

COLD TURKEY – No Weed. The boat was heading to the border of Columbia and Peru. Hmm, weighed up risks, and my sensible side won… actually, that´s crap, we just didn´t know where to get any in the middle of the Amazon.

PMT/ period pains/ general hormonal shit – someone was definitely having a laugh. Come on 2 weeks early for entire duration of trip. Let me tell you the toilets weren’t pretty and neither was I.

DEPRESSION – No Coca Cola.

Pic Coca Cola My name is Goldapple & I am a Consumer (but look at my tummy, yes look at it, isn’t it brown?)
My name is Goldapple & I am a Consumer (but look at my tummy, yes look at it, isn’t it brown?)

However, joking aside, I absolutely loved it. It was the most surreal week of my life (especially when a crazy old biddy who looked 300 years old got on and tried to sell me 2 huge red endangered parrots for $10 – as word had somehow got around the Amazonian villages that a couple of rich Americans had got on (wouldn’t mind, but am bored of saying “No estamos Americanas”. I did toy with romantic notion of buying the giant birds and setting them free, but realised would probably fuck it up and expose them to dangerous flora or deadly fauna or summat).

Properly mental
"$10 or 2 fer $15"

When Emma and I literally jumped ship at 5am on day 6 to a faster boat it was the funniest send off that I´ll never forget. Very dramatic. Kids were crying, men were waving, and the chef (loose term) actually smiled. I thought my hand might fall off from waving, and actually felt sad to leave my neighbouring Bible basher. I was getting used to being looked at with disgust. When 2 missionaries had earlier joined the boat I was chatting to a Portugese journalist who writes for the equivalent of the Independent over there and is doing this trip for an article. I reflected on what they could say to convert me and he retorted that “No offense, but by looking at you, I don´t think they´d even try”. Does that make me temptation or sin? Anyway, I´m rambling, but its so good to be free.

Adios Jungle Barbies
"Adios Jungle Barbies"
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One thought on “Jungle Barbie & The Slow Boat to Peru

  1. thanks for the trip..it was like being there..except I got to stay in my comfy house… 🙂

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