
Subject: neotropic cormorant
Date taken: May 14, 2012
Location: Cocha Salvador, Manu National Park, Peru
Camera: Canon 20D with 100-400mm telephoto zoom
Tales from the travels of Eden and Miko
Move
on they must, however, and so the next morning the hardy travelers vacate their
little palm-thatched huts, board the boat, and once again take to the Manu
River. On a stop to hike to Cocha Otorongo, they spot dusky titi monkeys,
disturb hundreds of bats roosting under an observation deck, and climb the
stairs to a platform 20 meters high from which they take in the view of the
pristine rainforest.
What
ensues is a torrential downpour unlike anything our fearless females have ever
experienced. The adventurers
huddle under tarps in a futile attempt to stay somewhat dry as the wind-driven
rain comes down so hard that the Madre de Dios River looks like it is being
pushed back.
It has been a good day, our fearless females agree as they
enter their hut and tiredly crawl under the mosquito netting. As the boat had
navigated the Manu River, they had been lucky enough to spot a capybara and had
passed a clay lick where dozens of blue-headed parrots and several
chestnut-fronted macaws had congregated noisily. On Cocha Salvador, they had
caught glimpses of giant river otters, added “punk chicken” (hoatzin) to their
rapidly expanding bird list, and, after sunset, used their flashlights to
illuminate the eyes of black caimans floating silently on the lake while José
told “jungle ghost stories,” tales of researchers and tourists who mysteriously
disappeared in Manu, their remains either never located or found in the jaws of
a jaguar or caiman. And, though Camp Sachavaca is even more rustic than Yine
Lodge, Miko and Eden have not seen a single cockroach.
Eden does as she is told. And Miko makes good on her
promise, locating Eden’s wayward eyewear – in the pocket of Eden’s rain jacket
(where Eden had placed them the night before for safekeeping and which she had
been wearing most of the morning).
By late morning, the mist that
had risen from the Urubamba River far below has burned away and the ruins are
teeming with thousands of people. Miko and Eden sweep their admiring gazes over
the exquisite stonework of the temples, plazas, and houses one last time before
returning to Aguas Calientes to await their train to Cusco.