EPISODE 11 | AMAZONIA. WHERE THE LEGEND BEGINS
The return to the indigeneous. The paradise of Urarinas
A boat sails into a stretch of river. The river winds lively and sinuous due to its narrow bed, five or six meters, not more. The sun begins to rise and the water, evaporating, deceive eyes and imagination. The river becomes a mirage. A mirage closely. Macaws, hummingbirds, toucans and butterflies, and then fishes, dolphins and a myriad of insects. The eyes have no rest while nature jokes with colors.
The boat cuts through the waters of the Rio Airico, its waters are dark and frightened of caiman eyes sink into it, leaving us only an idea, the idea of a depth. The gaze is forced to embrace everything: river and vegetation up there, among the leafy trees, where the china, cedar and chestnut logs are covered with ferns, mosses and lichens. It does not seem true when after yet another curve, the boat, leaning to one side, slows down and discovers a village.
Two travel days, 14 hours of navigation, the Urarina indigenous, finally!
Is it a paradise?
No. It's the paradise.
"There once was, during a flood, a man.
This saved himself by climbing up a tree.
The man's wife was turned into a nest of termites that hung from the tree, while their two children became birds."
Rio Airico, Peru 2016
Header: Rio Chambira.
Photo 1: Navigation on the Rio Tirico.
Photo 2: Rio Chambira.
Photo 3: Rio Airico.
Photo 4: Urarina children.
Photo 5: Urarina Family.
Photo 6: Urarina women belonging to the same family while removing lice.
Photo 7: Urarina child into hishome.