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My Personal Peruvian Prison: The Slow Boat From Iquitos To Pulcalpa

The room was about 6 x 9 feet, just big enough for two of us and our bags, the hard bunk beds with their filthy mattresses, and the equally filthy seatless toilet. The water from the shower head flowed brown, but it was so chokingly hot and humid I didn’t care. The cracked walls were home to a steady stream of ants and cockroaches so large it appeared they were on steroids.

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You’re probably thinking: now she’s really done it, ending up in some remote Third World prison. But guys, don’t worry, I was there voluntarily. In fact, I actually paid for those accommodations.

While doing research for the Amazon portion of my trip, it didn’t take me long to come across accounts of traveling via one of Peru’s legendary slow boats. These big, lumbering vessels take their sweet time traversing the many rivers of the region, stopping frequently to pickup and unload goods and passengers in small villages along the way. While the posts I was reading weren’t exactly recommending taking a slow boat, it did sound like the adventure of a lifetime.

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Since I took the fast boat from Ecuador to Iquitos, Peru, I decided to take a slow boat from Iquitos south to Pulcalpa, aka the mainland. General tickets, meaning it’s a free-for-all and hopefully you will find a spot to hang your hammock somewhere, were $30/person for 5 days and 4 nights including meals, or you could pay $60/person for a “cabin” + meals. J and I opted for the cabin so we could lock our stuff up and have our own toilet, but also brought hammocks.

Our boat, The Henry III, left approximately two entire days after it was supposed to and we loaded on all of our luggage including J’s motorcycle. No biggie, right? Wrong. Getting on and off of The Henry III involved crawling walking up a steep, narrow, precariously balanced plank as pictured below, so you can imagine how hard it was to get our stuff on. Just kidding, I totally had to pay someone to do it for me — I could barely get myself on and off.

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When we finally departed it was smooth sailing to start. The cabin was shabby at best, but we were grateful not to have to worry about watching our bags. The boat was relatively empty and we found a idyllic spot near a window to hang our hammock and drink some wine to celebrate the commencement of the journey while enjoying the sunset. There’s nothing quite like an Amazonian sunset. For a second I kind of felt like Rose from The Titanic. And then the mosquitos came for us, hungry and relentless. We would soon learn to dread these beautiful sunsets as they were a precursor to the bloody massacre of our skin that would follow.

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By day two the novelty of the situation began to wear off. The heat inside our cabin was stifling, completely unbearable in the midday sun. At every village porters loaded a variety of products and livestock onboard and people swarmed in, selling goods and claiming their spots. Space dwindled and on day three someone set up their hammock in the six inches of space between J’s and mine. Meal times were as prison-esque as our accommodations; we lined up, dishes in hand, and waited to be served our portion of rice, river-colored porridge, or, if we were lucky, the occasional protein.

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The Henry III became an absolute mess of people, parrots, and pet monkeys taking up every square inch of space. Here’s how chaotic it was: one day we were stopped in a tiny village and a bunch of vendors boarded, selling freshly grilled fish and sugary beverages in bags to the hungry crowd. About 15 minutes after we departed it became apparent that one of the women selling refreshments had forgotten her young son on board. And the craziest part was, it was NBD. They gave the boy some chips and next time a boat came from the opposite direction they flagged it down and casually passed him overboard to be taken back home.

I know it sounds like I’m complaining, and that’s because I am!  But don’t worry, the trip wasn’t entirely miserable. I broke up the long days with Scrabble, group card games, impromptu concerts, hanging out with new friends (mostly the 10 and under crowd) and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Despite the fact that I was crammed into a boat with hundreds of people there was something so serene about traveling by river.


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On night 4 the crew of Henry III rescued a Japanese couple attempting a three-week downriver journey on a banana leaf raft which, shockingly, didn’t end well. To be accurate, the crew rescued the couple and their baby monkey and puppy, which they had purchased just for the occasion (note: this is how not to be a responsible traveler). Obviously I was thrilled to be hanging out with baby animals and quickly offered up my pet sitting services to the exhausted travelers. So yeah, basically that’s how my slow boat trip ended on a high note.

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After all that, would I recommend traveling by slow boat? If you have ample amounts of time, snacks, DEET, sleeping pills, and are hungry for the adventure of a lifetime and don’t mind compromising your mental sanity…..go for it! 

 

2 Responses to “My Personal Peruvian Prison: The Slow Boat From Iquitos To Pulcalpa”

  1. Joseph L. says:

    This is a great account of a slow boat and the amazing experiences you get when traveling in the Amazon river –amazing only in retrospective of course.

    Where are you now? –any hope to get a new article up any time soon?

  2. Sara White says:

    I have to say it – this boat looks like my own personal version of hell on earth. I’m impressed that you even managed to get on it, let alone last the whole time with your sanity (mostly?) intact! What a great and unique story your time onboard makes though, thank you for sharing!

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