Now the room is about 6 ft wide and 10 ft deep. The bed area is only 5 ft long and 3 ft wide. They must have known that I would not want to stretch out completely on my bed and would prefer a bent knee position to sleep. In fact, to show you the details they did not miss, they made sure the gaps in the bed board slats were spaced just right to provide for spinal adjustments and with the edge of each board turned up (nailed in) the lip was just enough to remind me to rotate every few minutes throughout the night in order to make sure my leg or arm did not go numb from sleeping soundly in one position. To make sure I did not disturb my neighbors by accidentally rolling over in my sleep and hitting the steel wall with a bang, they never cleaned the walls - I am sure another feature where I would feel more comfortable in the middle of the bed to avoid touching the walls.
Now in earlier blogs, I have given Peru a hard time about trash, and it is well deserved. But the ship did have several green features. The room was at one time partially painted green. Rather than large rooms, they made the rooms very small to conserve space. They did not waste money on soap, a toilet seat, TP, a towel, or a facet or a shower head - just a pipe coming out of the wall, or on door knobs or locks. The electricity only came on at 6PM and off at 12. I was thankful that more than one outlet plug would have been a waste. Many people did their laundry in the sinks and it was nice that no one complained when there was underwear laying out to dry all over the boat every day to use the solar dryers. The air conditioning was courtesy of the captain. They provided slots in the door and at the end of a bunk. The captain would occasionally turn on the AC by turning the boat and a slight breeze would make its way in the cabin. A low setting at best, but I believe he was doing his best to be efficient in the name of being green! They also provided automatic smells for the rooms in the event you no longer liked smelling the fresh air...at the front of the boat were two refrigerated trucks that automatically had the freezer compressors kicking on and off every 15 minutes or so. The exhaust fumes and noise just did wonders for the ambiance!
The food. Yes like clock work, 3 times a day, a guy dressed like a girl (the 3 kitchen staff guys were gay and even in the jungle diversity was not overlooked), brought us our 5 star meals. A very small piece of baked chicken, fair amount of white rice, 6 to 10 beans, and a half of a cold boiled green banana. The drink varied but it was made with the finest river water they could scoop out of the Ucayali River. The food was served on a real plate and we did have real forks or spoons, but not both at one time - I think it was to save on river water for doing the dishes. For the first two days the same thing 3 times a day was acceptable because I know it was better than what the people in economy class was eating. Just when I was appreciating the fact that the kitchen staff was making sure our diet stayed consistent day after day, the meat changed. On day 3 I figured out some of the new passengers picked up in remote locations were paying by barter, a catfish (yep no chicken that night), jungle pig, and a large river turtle. I was told not to eat the pork as the pigs in the jungle will make you sick, but I wanted to try a piece and did. I did not get sick, but I was able to take advantage being able to soak my feet for a few more minutes. They did not serve up the turtle. With my health as the kitchen staff´s top priority, I think by serving me white rice and green bananas for 6 days, they were simply encouraging me to eat other things for the rest of the trip in Iquitos. I should have thanked them because it worked, I have little desire to eat white rice or green boiled bananas.
I should note that right from the start, our comfort and health was first and foremost on the crews mind. They worked out a deal with the local police to prevent the boat from leaving Pucallpa at 6 as originally planned. This provided Cho and I time to go to a local store and get some bug killer - even Cho thought bug killer was a good idea. Yes so even though the boat staff went through all this trouble not to remove our "in-room" guests, I gringo, preferred not to have the guests. After fumigating the room, it was almost impossible to get rid of the chemical smell. On one room check I got the opportunity to see the biggest spider (above my bed) that I have ever seen in the wild, larger than a trianchela but a much thinner body. Cho promptly killed it but I do think he got a chuckle out of my "holy crap" reaction. This also provided another first class opportunity because as I was waiting outside on deck thinking about the lovely smells in my room, the half-dead cockroaches and the many but smaller spiders I killed, I got to see a huge rat relocate from the economy class deck to the food storage area below. I will admit, when I was served chicken, I did look at my chicken a bit closer to make sure it was chicken. As much as I wished the bug spray killed the bugs, it did not, but I only had to live with a dozen or so cockroaches and an army of small ants. Spiders in the room seemed to be under control. During this time I was also able to buy a hammock to cover my mattress as a sheet/blanket.
¿Dónde está la casa de moneda de mi almohada no existe!
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