Groundhog Day. Not endless, but very long if you travel in the same direction as the sun. Read more

From the street below our window comes the steady growl of engines and the occasional honk of a horn. Read more

During the night the city is completely quiet; the cars only start humming and honking around seven. Read more

After breakfast we meet Ramiro in the hotel lobby. Read more

Night sounds are different from daytime sounds.
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At night it starts to rain, just as the frog predicted in the evening.
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We head upstream to reach the narrow Rumiyacu River.
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We drift downstream along the river again, spotting an anhinga and a large bee.
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In the morning light the current once again carries our boat toward the Atlantic.
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For the morning we are free to choose our own activity.
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After we’ve eaten, packed up, and collected our freshly washed clothes, Andy arrives. He’s the bird guide in his father’s and uncle’s family business.
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Coffee is served on the balcony when it’s barely light.
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After we manage to get our morning coffee, I ask the staff about their training.
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It’s raining cats and dogs.
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We’re up at five and on the move again while it’s still dark.
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It’s dark outside and raining.
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The last early breakfast of the birding trip.
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At last, time to sleep in.
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We walk to the National Museum, observing the city’s infrastructure along the way.
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In the morning, Mario is in shorts and the streets are full of cyclists.
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We leave in the dark, in a light drizzle, just as we arrived.
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