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Bolivia Diaries: Day 6, Part 3 - A Day with an Indigenous Community in the Amazon

by: Jill Richardson

Wed Oct 27, 2010 at 17:47:04 PM PDT


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In October 2010, I spent 2 weeks in Bolivia learning about their food and agriculture. I ended up getting a lot more than I bargained for out of the trip, including learning why the rainforest is being destroyed, how eco-tourism might save it, how Bolivia fits into the drug trade (and what the US does to try to stop cocaine production), and how global warming has already impacted Bolivia.

Our sixth day was one of the highlights of the entire trip. We visited San Miguel del Bala, an indigenous community in the Amazon rainforest, to learn about their traditional food and farming. I've already written a few diaries about their agriculture. This diary focuses on the community itself and the day we spent with them.

My trip was organized by Global Exchange and Food First. You can find out about future Food Sovereignty tours at the link.

Previous diaries in this series:

Pre-Trip Blogging:

The Trip:

Jill Richardson :: Bolivia Diaries: Day 6, Part 3 - A Day with an Indigenous Community in the Amazon
We began our day with San Miguel del Bala EARLY because we wanted to get going before the weather got hot. We met our guide, Don Felsi, at the San Miguel del Bala office downtown Rurrenabaque and then walked together a block or so to the pier. There, we boarded boats and went a short way up the river to the community of San Miguel del Bala, home to 44 families (235 people). In the highlands, the majority of indigenous people speak Aymara or Quechua. Here, the people of San Miguel del Bala speak a language called Tacana.


Boarding the boat


On the boat


A view of the river


The river

The weather felt cool and breezy on the boat. I focused on the river, looking for wildlife. There were vultures at the pier, hardly the type of exotic animals I was hoping to see in the rainforest. Someone pointed out an egret as we went along. But what about crocodiles or tapirs? How about toucans, or macaws? Or New World Monkeys that can swing by their tails (Old World Monkeys can't do this)? And how about pink dolphins? I had even gone to the trouble of learning how to say these animals' names in Spanish!

I'll save you the suspense: I saw nothing. Almost. During the trip, I did see a few species worth noting, but I saw none on this day. In addition to the vultures and egrets, we saw a cormorant and a few turtles. And BUGS BUGS and MORE BUGS. The bugs in the rainforest are HUGE. (This is not always a bad thing - as big and mean as the creepy crawlies are, the butterflies are equally spectacular.)

As it turned out, the crocodiles are mostly hunted out of this part of the river, and tapirs - I am told - are delicious, so you will hardly find them anywhere where there are people. Pink dolphins just don't happen to live in this part of the river. Big cats like jaguars are experts at hiding, so I didn't expect to see any of them. Who knows where all of the rest of the animals were hiding. The only good thing I can say about this is that it is evidence that San Miguel del Bala is a responsible tour operator, that they aren't treating the wildlife like zoo animals, stressing them out and displaying them to the tourists in ways that harm them.

After a short trip, we came to San Miguel del Bala's Eco-Lodge. There are three main buildings: a dining hall and kitchen, bathrooms, and a "Big Cabin" (Casa Grande). From the river, all you can see is the Casa Grande, but then everything becomes visible as you make the short hike up some stairs to the Eco-Lodge. The buildings were made with local, sustainable materials and they are each gorgeous and quite modern. I found out from the group's website that their Eco-Lodge facilities were made with $150,000 in donations from NGOs plus $35,000 in their own labor. Away from this main area there are several cabins where guests can sleep if they are staying for more than one day.


The Casa Grande


Ceiling of the Casa Grande


A display of traditional bows and arrows in the Casa Grande


Hammocks in the Casa Grande


The beautifully paved path to the bathrooms. At the top are real bathrooms, not a hole in the ground!


The dining hall


The kitchen

We started our day with a workout - a steep climb up a number of stairs. Thank goodness that a) it wasn't terribly hot out yet and b) we only about 300m above sea level.


A look down at the infamous steps

Once we got to the top, our tour actually began. We walked along paths, learning about the community's agriculture and about the plants of the forest as we went. As it turns out, it's not just the animals in the rainforest that can get you... some of the plants are pretty mean too. I didn't get pictures of the spiky palm trees or the little leafy plant with the bumps on it that is "the rainforest version of Poison Ivy," but check this out:


This tree is telling you: "Don't F* with Me!"

Another interesting plant we saw was the "Walking Palm." When the availability of light changes, this plant puts down new roots and actually MOVES to wherever there is light.


A walking palm


A butterfly we saw


A termite nest


A nice view from the path

After a short walk, we came to the community, located along the river, in an area with relatively good soil. The buildings and facilities in the community itself are not as ritzy as the ones that make up the Eco-Lodge. Still, I found the homes to be quite beautiful, the people were friendly and welcoming, and oh my god did they have cute kids. And everywhere you looked, there were fruit trees.

Our guide, Don Felsi, introduced us to his wife and a few of his four young children. The homes, as you will see, are made from local, sustainable materials, probably due to necessity more than out of concern for the environment. The only two buildings made of outside building materials like bricks were the church and the school.


A home in San Miguel del Bala


The thatched roof of a home


Another building - probably someone's home


The bathroom facilities in the community... not as nice as those of the Eco-Lodge.


A building with solar power. I am pretty sure this is the school.


No community's complete without a soccer field, right?


The church.


Sooo cute


This guy was my favorite. He's chewing on sugarcane and holding a baby chick.


Awww.

As you can see from the photo above, they have a church. We asked and our guide told us that the community is Catholic. However, we asked about their tradition of coca chewing and he told us that prior to chewing coca, they make an offering to Pachamama (Mother Earth in indigenous religions) and then make the sign of the cross.

His home, which I don't have a picture of here, looked pretty similar to the other homes in the pictures above. He had a small building behind his home that is mostly open, covered just in chicken wire, where he had his homemade chicha (a local alcoholic drink) and where his ducks were living. He told us that since he's become a tour guide, he no longer has to farm.

To kill time before lunch, they had an elderly woman sit before us and make a fan from a palm frond. Once it was done, they gave it to us. Daniel assured us that the woman who made the fan would be compensated for her work.


Making a fan


It's almost done!

Then, they led us down to the river, where a boat met us and took us to lunch. By this time of the day, the weather was HOT. Hot and miserable. And the more clothes one wore, the more miserable it was. I had taken the perhaps stupid precaution of covering myself from head to toe in hiking boots, socks, and an ugly but lightweight outfit from REI consisting of pants and a long sleeve shirt. My clothes certainly did not prevent mosquito bites, and there wasn't any real risk of sunburn, so honestly, I think I was probably miserable for nothing. During lunch, I zipped off the bottom of my pants and unbuttoned my shirt, leaving one button fastened to sort-of cover the sports bra underneath. Next time, I am wearing shorts, a tank top, and mosquito repellent.

Lunch was incredible. They told us they were sharing their traditional foods, but I have a hunch that some of the foods were more traditional than others. To drink, they offered orange juice, pineapple juice, chicha made from corn, and cupuaƧu (a tropical fruit) juice, as well as coffee, tea, and water. The food consisted of several salads, fried plantains, and a few kinds of meats. The star of the show was the fish, catfish caught in the river that was cooked in either leaves or in bamboo.

They served me the traditional Bolivian "vegetarian tourist consolation prize" of a vegetable omelet, which I gave away to someone who wanted it. Then I helped myself to some fish, which was delicious. I am all for being a vegetarian 99% of the time, but in a foreign country when the traditional food is a sustainably produced meat, I want to try it. They also served a soup and, while I can't remember what kind it was, I remember it was delicious.

For dessert, I think they gave us papaya. This became a running joke on the trip because I do not like papaya and it must have been papaya season in Bolivia. They served it to us everywhere we went. I always gave mine to another traveler in our group.


Lunch


Fish cooked in leaves


Fish cooked in bamboo


Papaya salad


Fried plantain, cassava, and some meat thing covered in tomato sauce


Salad

After lunch, we spent a bit of time in the Casa Grande, laying in the hammocks and reading the various signs that told the story of the community's history and culture.


A poster of local butterflies in the Casa Grande. Check out the big blue ones - we saw several of those but I couldn't catch them with my camera.


A poster showing the fish they catch on the river

At some point, they told us we had several options for the afternoon. For most of us, any option that involved going back up the steps was out of the question. I would have enjoyed the tour of their traditional medicinal plants, but there was no way I was going back up the steps. Not in the outfit I was wearing, and not in that heat. Plan B was to kill time with a boat ride, and that's what most of us did.

On the boat ride, we saw children swimming, a few turtles, and a cormorant. Daniel pointed out various rock formations along the river. At one point, we stopped and got out of the boat to see ancient stone carvings. Then we went back to the Eco-Lodge to pick up our two group members who had spent their afternoon learning about medicinal plants, and, with them in the boat, we went back to Rurrenabaque.


Swimming on a hot day. I would too if I could.


Ancient stone carving. There are over 100 of these that have been found along the river.


A stone carving of two monkeys, or perhaps it's two skulls


A cormorant


A turtle


A nice view of the river bank

On the way back, we passed an enormous resort, right on the river. We were told that an Israeli developer had built this eyesore and now he was advertising it with the obnoxious and hypocritical slogan "Be one with nature!" (Rurrenabaque gets a LOT of Israeli tourists.)


Israeli eyesore of a resort

As our boat arrived at the dock in Rurrenabaque, a raft with huge logging trucks floated past us. At one point, Daniel polled several men from San Miguel del Bala, asking how many of them were illegal loggers before starting the eco-tourism business. All of them. Then he asked one man how long he had worked in logging. Ten years. I've never before thought I was doing anything good for the environment by traveling, but in this case, supporting San Miguel del Bala with your business means providing them with meaningful jobs and income in a way that makes the rainforest plants and animals more valuable alive than dead.


Logging trucks.

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Walking palm... (4.00 / 3)
...fascinating!  Have to do some reading tonight.

I must be getting old.  I paused and got stumped for a few seconds the first time I read "Eco-Lodge".  I was saying to myself, what the hell does Econo Lodge have to do with eco-tourism in Bolivia?!

;)

Are the local people having trouble pronouncing your name as in Cuba?


"Were"... (4.00 / 3)
Were they having trouble, of course.

See?  Getting old.


[ Parent ]
so old (4.00 / 2)
I'm nearly to the last week of my 20's so I'm joining you up there.

"I can understand someone from Iowa promoting corn and soy, but we are not feeding the world, we are feeding animals and soft drink companies." - Jim Goodman

[ Parent ]
Hee hee... (4.00 / 2)
I'm planning something for you.

;)

We're waiting for you here on The Other Side!


[ Parent ]
I already have cats and I know how to knit (4.00 / 2)
so what's next, a rocking chair?

"I can understand someone from Iowa promoting corn and soy, but we are not feeding the world, we are feeding animals and soft drink companies." - Jim Goodman

[ Parent ]
Oh, those come automatically... (4.00 / 2)
Rockers are delivered immediately after midnight on your 30th birthday.  Black van, knocks twice, toots on the horn, leaves.  Walk outside, find your chair.

Mine's Oregon Oak!


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Oh you poor, babies, getting so old. (4.00 / 3)
How did you get a rocking chair for your 30th, Jay? I'm just 14 months away from turning 60, and I don't have one. Where's my rocking chair?

I breezed through all my birthdays- 30, 35, 40. None of it fazed me. Until I turned 50, and AARP tracked me down. Now that was a shock. i don't know where they get their info, but they catch everybody at 50.

Now and again I have a bit of a start when I remember that most of my life is behind me. Over the summer I was reading about Oregon population projections for 2050, and I realized that in all probability I won't be alive then. It's a whole different perspective on the future. And on long-range planning.



[ Parent ]
You may have missed it then... (3.00 / 1)
I think President Clinton passed that law in 1993.  It's what we got instead of healthcare...

Heh.

And speaking of those heady 90's days, they track you down using The Information Superhighway!

I won't be around in 2050, either.  Not to be morbid or anything, heh.  Just a fact.  I'm already falling apart, and no males in my immediate family have ever made it past 65.  Doubt I'll see 2045!  Really, I'll just be happy to see one big Rutgers win before then.  And maybe a Blazers championship and another Mets World Series.  Have a few great meals.  See Ireland.  Then I can go!

;)


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there (4.00 / 3)
always  has to be a first...
i hope it's you & you are in good health!

come firefly-dreaming with me....

[ Parent ]
The world in 2050... (4.00 / 1)
Hmmm, now I'm thinking.  What will it look like?  I'd be 71.  Not gonna happen.  My daughter'll be around, though.  She'll be 53.  Wow.  Having a hard time imagining my daughter and my nieces and my nephews as middle-aged people.  

Heh, then again I have a hard time imagining my daughter as a teenager now.  Which she is.  Yeesh, where do the years go?  Seems like only yesterday she was playing with blocks and coloring books...

I wonder if Sylvester Stallone will do another Rocky sequel sometime over the next 40 years?

;)

Maybe my nephew will pitch the Cubs to a World Series victory by then!  Naturally, it would be right after the Mets traded him...


[ Parent ]
Heh (4.00 / 1)
I'm with Casey. Every year I get older is another year I've beaten entropy.

AARP must be getting desperate, I've been getting their flyers and what not since I turned 45.

Normal people scare me.... But not as much as I scare them.


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My favorite one so far, but that papaya..? (4.00 / 4)
This segment of your trip diaries is making me the most nostalgic for that part of the world. Haven't been to Rurrenbaque region, but would really like to go. My Bolivian adventures took me to the legal coca-growing region around Coroico, and to some illegal growing areas in the Chapare, around Villa Tunari. Your photos and descriptions in this diary take me back to a much earlier trip to Peru w-a-a-a-y back in 1982, when I took a similar river trip and indigenous village visit near Pucullpa.

Trying to figure out that photo labeled Papaya Salad, though. The flesh looks white, and any papaya I've had is yellow-orange. Is this some different type? Underripe? Or something else? This link mentions something called paquio, that looks like papaya but has white flesh.

And I LOVE papaya!


I think it's un-ripe papaya (4.00 / 3)
in the salad.

As for the coca growing regions, we were supposed to go to Coroico (and Chulumani and Caranavi) and none of that happened. The coca growers put up a freaking roadblock and kept it there for most of our trip, making it impossible to go. I'm getting to that part of the story. I've got a coca post coming at the end because I went to the coca museum.

"I can understand someone from Iowa promoting corn and soy, but we are not feeding the world, we are feeding animals and soft drink companies." - Jim Goodman


[ Parent ]
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