Next part of the journey was to get in a canoe and go up the river a ways until we landed on a muddy bank. Then we put on our rubber boots, grabbed the bags, the giant sack of rice and proceed to walk into the jungle. I had no idea where we were or where we were going but it was really hot and lush greenery. We navigated over small pieces of wood as they went through giant puddles of water and bamboo 'bridges' until 20 minutes or so later we arrived at a house on stilts. The travel was over and I was exhausted, it took us 30 hours to get there from the time we met up and that doesn't count the 3 hour ride I had to take to get from Ayampe to Guayaquil to meet them.
The entire family was there and lived together. Grandma & grandpa, the 2 brothers and one had a wife, their sister and her husband and some little kids. There were also about 30 chickens running around, dogs, a cat, some cows and a horse. They opened their doors, which they didn't technically have, with kind smiles and welcomed me like family. I put my bags down in the 'living' room and set up my hammock, which would be my bed for the next week. I was exhausted from the trip but the guys I traveled with just began doing work and making food right away. They seemed energized and un-phased by the 30 hour journey. I spent the day lounging while my new family made a big pot of rice, plantains & yuca. That would be my breakfast and dinner for the next week, more or less. Along with some crackers and granola bars I brought.
On the second day I swam in the river and bathed in the river. It was muddy and dark but nice to be in anyway. The kids all bathed in there, all of us soaping up and cleaning ourselves in brown muddy river water. It felt good to get 'clean'.
The water we drank was collected rainwater and the food we ate was grown in the area. That evening we were preparing to go to a sacred location called "La Maloca" to do a spiritual ceremony with the elders of the region. So at 8:30pm we put on mud boots, packed a few things, grabbed the hammocks and proceded to hike into the jungle. After 20 minutes of hiking we arrived at a nicely built wooden hut. It had paintings all over it that were done by people from around there and all based on visions they've seen.
The elders were already there when we got there, they had some wood/bark burning under the Maloca, which was acting as mosquito repellent (and working). There was a fire on the side of the hut and they were lounging in hammocks. I set up my hammock and got myself situated and comfortable.
It was about 9 or 9:30 when explosions sounded, not too far away. Then again 'BOOM' a little closer and then again closer. The Shamans said that was over in Colombia, not too worry. It kept happening, each time a little closer. And though Colombia was on the other side of the river, I couldn't help but think that all one would need was a small boat and then Colombia guerilla could be on this side of the river. Anyway it was out of my control at that point, it was dark and I was in the jungle and wouldn't have had a clue where to run or what to do so I just sat there listening to the explosions from the jungles of Colombia get closer and closer.
The smoke was rising from the burning wood below the hut and the Shamans were relaxed and chatting while we waited for the right time to start the ceremony, which for some reason was 10pm. I don't know how anyone knew it was 10 because I didn't see anyone wearing a watch. But that is what they said. A little while later the Shamans, the 2 elders and the 2 brothers, started to put on their dressings - sacred bead necklace things, different clothes, head dressings of bright colored feathers, and the leader smoking a hand rolled tobacco cigarette. They said blessings, thanking the mother earth and all its creations. They took turns each giving more thanks and blessings and calling for good spirits and positive energy. They rattled their leaves and played some music. The elder leading the ceremony chanted a bit in a foreign language, which I believe he called Siona. I swayed in my hammock and then he called my name first "senior Yessi" and I walked up to the scene they had created with candles, smoke, the rattling leaves, the beads that sound like rain-sticks, etc. The Shaman handed me a pottery like small cup filled with a dark brown liquid, I drank it down and it tasted bitter and not pleasant. I walked back to my hammock and I got this feeling of "uh oh, I'm pretty sure I'm going to throw up in the near future." I sat upright for a while and felt the liquid fall down my chest and spread down my digestive track. I laid back in my hammock and sat there with my eyes closed, dozing off a bit as it was late at night and I was tired. Thats when the worst torrential rain I've ever witnessed moved in on us and along with it came bright flashing lightning and extremely loud thunder. The rain was getting heavier and the thunder louder, the lightning closer. It started to seem like there was no way this little open air hut was going to be able to endure this much rain and that we'd be washed away. The shaman walked by and said mother earth is responding to the bombs and making them stop. It worked, these bombs of thunder made those other ones seem minor. The storm was so intense and scary, it felt like a waterfall was falling on our hut and the sky was constantly flashing. Some time later I jumped up out of my hammock and stumbled to the stairs and realized I couldn't walk out in that rain so slid over and I grabbed the rail and hung my upper body over it and started to vomit. Over and over and over again until there was nothing left but bile and then a million more times dry heaving. Thats when the journey really began....