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AMAZON |
May 2005 |
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Returning after our
long march I gratefully head straight for the restrooms. I enter the bright green building, close
the door, and sit down. Upon finishing
I flush the toilet, but, disturbingly, not everything goes down. A piece is stuck to the side of the bowl
just below the rim. I flush again,
when to my horror, the stubborn remnant suddenly moves and comes flying out of the bowl, landing
on my leg! Happens all the time,
so I’m told.
The middle of the day was too hot for herping, so afternoons we
usually hung around the compound, resting in the shade or walking by the
water. Sometimes we’d discover herps
anyway (as evidenced by my bathroom experience) moving about the buildings or
grounds of the field station. Here’s a sampling: Down by the boats were
muddy flats where a variety of herps make their living by the water’s edge. Helicops
come in two phases: nasty and nastier. A pair of Jungle frogs found in the same swampy area: One of my great pleasures was to go kayaking in the late afternoon. When we arrived the water was still high enough to explore the vareza, low-lying forest that remains flooded for a portion of each year. Our trip coincided with the transitional period, between the end of rainy season and the start of (relatively) drier weather, when the river begins to recede. By the end of our week the Rio Oroso had fallen about six feet, exposing the forest floor where we had been boating. On one tall tree
surrounded by water was a pair of Plicas, lizards that raced around
vertically as if they were flat on the ground. We saw them in the same place nearly every
day until the water level dropped and ended the tree’s isolation. I often stayed on the
river till nightfall, watching hundreds of large bats flying overhead, or
listening to the “pffff …” of pink
dolphins exhaling, catching a faint glimpse as they rolled and disappeared
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