4 October 2009
On a hot afternoon in Moyobamba, we decide to go down to the river, and take a ride on one of the lanchas (rickety wooden canoes with motors). The area where the boats leave from is a 15 minute walk down from town and pretty deserted. Two kids take us up and down the river on their boat in what is a very nice excursion. Afterwards we decide to take a walk along the river shore. There is no-one on this path but us, but we decide it's save anyway. Less than 5 minutes into the walk, Natasha feels a painful sting on the back of her neck and I have to come to the rescue: it's a bee. And it is not alone, but two more got caught in her hair! While I try to remove them, some of their relatives show up and sting me in the foot, and in the ear (what is it with them? In Panama already a bee stung me in the head). We finally decide to dash as fast as we can...into safety from these aggressive beasts. So much for our romantic stroll along the river.
On a hot afternoon in Moyobamba, we decide to go down to the river, and take a ride on one of the lanchas (rickety wooden canoes with motors). The area where the boats leave from is a 15 minute walk down from town and pretty deserted. Two kids take us up and down the river on their boat in what is a very nice excursion. Afterwards we decide to take a walk along the river shore. There is no-one on this path but us, but we decide it's save anyway. Less than 5 minutes into the walk, Natasha feels a painful sting on the back of her neck and I have to come to the rescue: it's a bee. And it is not alone, but two more got caught in her hair! While I try to remove them, some of their relatives show up and sting me in the foot, and in the ear (what is it with them? In Panama already a bee stung me in the head). We finally decide to dash as fast as we can...into safety from these aggressive beasts. So much for our romantic stroll along the river.
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