Or at least lots of green vegetation. As I mentioned in my last post, Sani Lodge is owned and run by the Kichwa people, the only indigienously-owned eco-lodge in the region. It’s at about 700′ elevation and accommodates about 45 guests. It’s a beautiful place, about a dozen polished-wood tent-shaped cabins, some two-story, some arranged like a large suite, all with woven-bamboo roofs. The cabins, along with the restaurant and a reception area and bar just above the dock, are arrayed like a clock face radiating out from a central meeting hub. Here’s what it looks like from the air, via my drone:
And here’s a drone video “orbit” of the place — taken by my oldest grandson! — that gives a good sense. Notice the tree with the hanging nests in the center of the first part of the video: those are the nests of the oropendola bird, a couple of feet long, and they are everywhere. Click on the image or right here to see the video in a new tab
The rooms are large and airy, the beds draped with mosquito netting because, well, it’s the jungle. Power is 100% solar, with battery backup. If you get too many cloudy days, you get fewer lights and not so much in the way of hot water. There is of course no air conditioning — it’s beautiful and comfortable, but if you’re looking for A/C and reliable hot water, you do not want to be in the Amazon. But each room has a controllable oscillating wall-mounted fan. There is also some spotty internet connectivity, depending very strongly on where on the grounds you are, via Starlink satellite from the ever-progressive alleged human being Elon Musk.
And again, those sounds. With no motors or generators of any kind to despoil the wilderness, our nights are filled with the array of exotic bird sounds that I described the last post, some of them hard to believe that they orginated in an organic creature. There is also the pervasive clicking and whistling of a variety of frogs. These include the colorful tree frogs whose secretions you want to dip your poison blow darts in. (Yes, really. I’ll write about the blow dart thing in a day or two.)
As you can see from the photos and video, the lodge sits at the end of a lake that serves as the jumping-off (more accurately canoeing-off) point for just about every outing. Both it and the surrounding jungle streams are a few meters deep and dark with tannin from decaying vegetation. I mentioned that both are home to piranhas and caimans, there being a famous one of the latter named Mama Lucy who has lived there for many years. We encountered her a couple of times; here’s her head.
Our days would typically begin with a communal breakfast in the restaurant at about 6 AM, a little before sunrise. (We are only a few tens of miles from the equator so the days and nights are always quite close to equal 12 hour lengths, with sunrise and sunset always roughly 6:30 AM and 6:30 PM.) After breakfast we’d pile into two canoes (our children and grandchildren in one, the expendable grandparents in the other) and head off for the day’s activities, which always included bird and monkey sightings. I am not much of a birdwatcher but here are some of my nicer bird shots from the first day or two. (I don’t remember most of their names; the top one is a hoatzin, the second are macaws, the third is a cormorant, and after that you’re on your own.)
Our first canoe outing brought us these and a variety of monkeys who are hard as hell to photograph so I’ll spare you the blurry blobs. (We do have a few nice ones taken through a telescope on a later outing that I’ll include in a later post.) Over the course of three days we saw squirrel monkeys, howler monkeys, wooly monkeys, tamarinds, and a pygmy marmoset, the latter confidently and entirely incorrectly claimed by our otherwise knowledgeable guide to be the worlds smallest mammal. (That title actually belongs to the Etruscan shrew; the pygmy marmoset is #8, following the pygmy mouse and the pygmy possum. I detect a certain theme here.)
We also saw two, count ’em, two kinds of sloth: a three-toed sloth, way up in a tree that our guide (of course) spotted while we were returning from our first canoe outing; and a two-toed sloth who — I am not kidding — wandered into the bar one night. No, that is not a setup for a bad joke; it just hung slothily from the ceiling.
This first canoe outing basically wandered through what in Louisiana they would call a bayou, in this case a freshwater mangrove swamp. The sheer density of life in the place is gratifyingly awesome, again especially with a sonic panoramic accompaniment of seemingly every bird, insect, and reptile call in the tropics. Here’s a video of what it looked like (click here or on the image to see the video in a separate browser tab. And turn your sound up!):
Our first day’s canoe outing got us back to the lodge at about 3:30 PM, giving us a few hours to collapse before dinner and allowing the grandkids to burn off some steam by arguing over who gets to swing in the red hammock, as opposed to the four others of apparently inferior heights and colors. And then it was out again after dinner to hunt for caimans with flashlights. (Pro tip: you definitely want to be in a boat when doing this.) We found three, the first being visible solely as a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the far reaches of our torch beams. We paddled closer but despite their intimidating appearace the creatures are quite shy and the eyes disappeared into the tannic depths before we had closed half the distance. But we pretty quickly found two others, a juvenile less than 2′ long, paddling around in the vegetation right next to our canoe, and a much more impressive adult whom we could see at full length in our lights, perhaps thirty feet away. That was a pretty satisfying end to the day.
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