We can circle around like hurricanes
Dance and dream like lovers
Attack the day like birds of prey
Or scavengers under cover
Two nights ago, this side of the Amazon experienced one of the most torrential storms ever.
Thunder and lightening raged across the sky, and after having bathed in a nearby river, I stood under the dark shadow of clouds overhead, and showered in my underwear as the sheets of rain crashed incessantly and without mercy across my body.
The rain poured down with such force that the rivers swelled up and tore out our road. This is the second time this has occured in the last two months. The storm also knocked out electricity in the area. Where there used to be a road, there is now a river.
The chasm in the road is 15 feet wide. The village is now cut off from all transportation. The only way I was able to get out of the Amazon and into Loja was by hitchhiking to the chasm, then crossing over a muddy, slippery log that someone had placed as a foot-bridge. I then hitched a ride to Loja with a trucker who was hauling 10 cattle in the back.
I am now in Loja attending the II Biodiversity Conservation Conference at the Universidad Tecnica Particular de Loja. Over 500 people from 15 countries are in attendance.
Scientists, researchers and non-profit reps are giving workshops on flora/fauna, sustainable forestry, conservation techniques, environmental law, plant taxonomy, ecology, etc. The conference will last all week.
I went to a heavy metal concert last night. It was two Peruvian bands. One was called Gore, and the other was called Bloodshed. They were loud and noisy. The crowd went crazy when they played a Black Sabbath tune. Everyone wore black. Everyone had long hair. Everyone banged their heads.
Supernova
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