Monday, November 12, 2018

Amazon Stories – Explorers

Statue of the Pinzon brothers



Spanish explorers, or exploiters as they might properly be called, were the first Europeans to see the Amazon. Vincente Pinzon, who sailed with Columbus as skipper of the Pinta, was the first to find it. The Pinzon brothers played prominently in the New World, as Vincente’s brother was captain of the Nina and his other brother was first mate. Yet, history books give them barely a nod. He was given his own fleet to explore south of the Caribbean in 1499 and landed in central Brazil. While making his way back to Puerto Rico, he noted some brownish water miles out at sea. When his crew reported that it was fresh water, his curiosity adroitly turned him to port to discover its source. He landed in a huge bay that was actually the mouth of the great river, which he learned when sailing some 50 miles inland. He named the river “Rio Santa Maria de la Mar Dulce”. Fortunately, he was a better explorer than river-namer and the name never really caught on. In true Spanish conquistador form, he captured dozens of natives as slaves and confiscated what small treasures they had, leaving nothing but disease in his wake. Thinking that it might be the sought after passage to the west, he returned a few years later, only to have his expedition wiped out by the then wisely hostile natives.  The Amazon would go untouched by the Spanish for the next 40 years, thanks to a Papal decree that gave exploitation rights to the eastern South American bulge, east of the 40W longitude, to the Portuguese.

Enter the Conquistador par excellence Francisco Pizzaro, who began his illustrious career as a member of Balboa’s monumental 1513 trip across Panama to the Pacific. He repaid his leader by arresting and beheading him just 6 years later, which got him promoted to the post of Mayor of Panama City. After hearing of Cortes’s excellent exploitations of the Aztecs in Mexico, his position gave him latitude to launch his own expeditions along the Pacific coast of Ecuador and Peru, hoping to find riches of his own. His instincts were spot-on. After his first two attempts were repelled by the fierce Incas, his luck turned when he caught them with their pants down and succeeded in butchering and looting untold wealth from the Incan empire in 1532. Pizzaro’s greed and treachery led to his own demise at the hands of fellow Spanish exploiters. But his younger brother Gonzalo, who has been said to be the one who actually killed the Incan ruler, would carry on the fine family tradition and lead the next Spanish foray into the Amazon.

Orellana lost an eye to the arrow of an Amazon warrior
Gonzalo Pizzaro, anxious to emulate his big brother’s success, led an expedition south-east from Quito, Ecuador in 1541 to find the fabled El Dorado – the city of gold. By the time the ill-fated group crossed the Andes and entered the Amazon basin, over ¾ of his original party had been killed or deserted. Pizzaro then built a small sailing vessel and sent his second-in-command Francisco Orellana down-river to explore and report back. Big Mistake. Orellana and his small crew had to shoot several rapids in the clumsy craft and upon reaching the confluence with the larger Napo River, decided that returning with the craft or on foot would be impossible. So, just as Balboa and Pizzaro had done, they mutinied and continued down river, miraculously reaching the sea and sailing into history as the first Europeans to navigate the length of the Amazon. On the journey, they encountered a tribe of fierce and large women warriors. Orellana thus named the river Amazonas, after the legendary Amazons of Greek mythology. He returned to Spain a hero and was granted control of the Amazon basin, which caused a crisis with Portugal, since the mouth of the Amazon rested in Portuguese territory. All this mattered little, as his expedition was fraught with problems and ended in abject failure and Orellana’s death. Karma is a bitch.

13 years after Orellana’s Amazon expedition, another Spaniard, Lope de Aquirre, copied the feat. After seizing power of the expedition, slashing, burning, torturing and looting everyone and everything in his path, “El Loco” (the Crazy Man) made his way to the mouth of the Amazon, proclaiming himself King of Peru. In another karmic display of justice, his own men repaid his cruelty by beheading him and proudly displaying his severed head on their top mast.


Brazilian history tends to ignore all the Spanish work and instead credits Portuguese explorer Pedro Cabral with the first explorations of Brazil in 1500, just months after Spanish Pinzon had landed there and found the mouth of the Amazon. Moreover, Cabral’s “discovery” of South America was quite accidental. He was aiming to follow De Gama’s route to the orient around the tip of Africa, when contrary winds and currents blew him into Brazil. Since he was still within the Papal zone assigned to Portugal, he claimed the land for his country and returned as an accidental hero, though he never even saw the mouth of the Amazon. Brazilians point out that since Pinzon was illegally in Portuguese territory, his discoveries didn’t count. Such is the power of rabid nationalism to change history.

Nearly a century would pass before the Portuguese got around to exploring the Amazon. In 1637, Pedro Tiexiera travelled up-river, from the mouth of the Amazon to a source high in the Andes (near Quito, Ecuador) and returned, more or less intact. While earlier Spanish expeditions had noted many towns and cities along the Amazonian banks – some with gold and silver treasures, Tiexiera’s group found only “virgin forest, rich in game and fish” and sparse populations. As usual, the Spanish had left their traditional gift of European disease, which had wiped out an estimated 90% of the indigenous population in the intervening years. Owing to the expedition’s reports of no riches to plunder, the Amazon was left to the Christian missionaries to explore and convert what few savages remained there.
 
Percy Fawcett never did find his City of "Z"
The next wave of Amazon exploration came in the late 1800’s, as British, Dutch and German botanists flocked to the area to study its extraordinary diversity of flora and fauna and to map its extent. Perhaps the most famous of this group of explorers is Percy Fawcett, a British Army Major who was sent to map the jungle of the Brazil-Bolivia border. In the course of his mapping, he found evidence of an ancient civilization, which intrigued him. Further research uncovered Spanish documents which hinted at the location of an El Dorado, deep in the Amazon basin. Fawcett became obsessed with the idea of finding this great city, which he named “Z”. He made several trips to the area, all of which failed to find his “Z”. His final trip, with his eldest son, was to be his last. Despite his wealth of jungle experience and fortitude, his party disappeared into the Amazon rainforest, never to be heard from again. His disappearance sparked many expeditions to find him. All of which met with a similar disastrous fate.

Since then, many an adventurer has used the Amazon as a vehicle for fame and glory, including Teddy Roosevelt. Folks have kayaked, rafted and even walked the entirety of the great river, in order to claim some “first” title or other. The one thing they all have in common is an uncanny underestimation of the power of the Amazon, and the many dangers and obstacles it contains. The Amazon has claimed thousands of lives this way. It is a river and a land that commands respect. I certainly intend to give it that.


Sunday, November 11, 2018

The Amazon




In researching my soon-to-be home of Tarapoto, Peru, I’ve gained a whole new respect for the Amazon River and the jungle of life it supports and influences. It is, after all, the mightiest river on the planet. In length, it competes with only the Nile for sheer distance of flow. At 4,225 miles, it is 165 miles longer than the Nile. It eclipses our own Mississippi by 329 miles. But length, as many of us have learned, is less important than width. By that measure, the Amazon has no equal. In many places the river’s width puts land out of sight and is measured in miles, not feet – up to 52 to be exact – and holds within its flow an island the size of Switzerland. Compare that to the Nile’s puny 7,000 feet across or 4,550 for the mighty Mississippi.

But, the Amazon’s most telling features are drainage area and flow. This one river discharges 4.2 million cu ft of water per second and constitutes 20% of the fresh water flowing to the world’s oceans. For perspective, that is over 6 times the flow of the Mississippi and 34 times the Nile. 47 Olympic size pools every second. In drainage area, the Amazon dwarfs every other river system on the planet at 2.7 million square miles – more than 1/3 of all of South America and ¾ the area of the US.

No wonder then, that scientists and competent world leaders are concerned with the health of the eco-systems of the Amazon. What happens there has an enormous impact on climate for the rest of the world. At this point, deforestation for cattle ranches, oil and gas extraction and deadly mining pollution seem to be the biggest threats. As a resident of this vast rain forest, I will be doing what I can to raise awareness of the importance of this precious part of the planet.

And OH what history, legends and stories this river has to tell. They will be the subject of my next post.

The Adventure Continues


Rio Cumbaza flows through Tarapoto on its way to the Amazon.
The rivers (and airplanes) are the only transportation east
from Tarapoto 



Peace Corps has once again invited me to serve as a water and sanitation specialist – this time, in Tarapoto, Peru – in the Amazon Basin. I’ll be the first Volunteer ever sent there, though many others, including some of my WASH 18 group served in Chachapoyas, about 4 hours away and high (7,000 ft) on the eastern side of the Andes. I’ll be at about 900 ft altitude, 1800 miles (straight line) from the mouth of the Amazon River. I begin my new assignment in mid January, 2019.

I’m excited about the assignment and at the prospect of returning to my beloved Peru and all my friends and host families there. I’m flattered that the PC Peru staff reached out and invited me back for another adventure and opportunity to serve the good folks of Peru.








The Beaver is now my mobile home, though with gas mileage
of only 4.3 MPG, I don't travel far.
Meanwhile, I am thoroughly enjoying my time here in beautiful Fort Myers, FL, getting to spend some long-overdue time with my son and 4 grandchildren. Alden found a very comfortable Beaver 31 RV, which I bought. He also got me a spot in the RV park right across the street from the firehouse where he works. I have a scanner that alerts me to his calls, so I can step outside and cheer the lads on, as they head out for emergency calls. I also get to eat dinner with the fire crew on occasion – a great bunch of men. When Alden was called to an emergency at my neighbor’s trailer, I got to see him in action – so proud of him, what he does and how he does it.

The Beaver kitchen includes a microwave/convection oven and a dishwasher


Plenty of space in the Beaver living room
It’s also been a joy to explore this area of Florida, after living exclusively on the Right Coast for so many years. The many rivers, bays, estuaries and islands have captivated me, though the beaches and surf are somewhat lacking. I arrived just at the end of a Red Tide and algae bloom, which cast a great pall on the areas beaches. I’ve visited Sanibel/ Captiva and most of the other areas around here, with Pine Island and Bokeelia being my favorite spots. The mango plantations and “Old Florida” rural feel are a welcome respite from the mega condos and over-development of the “other” coast.

Alden and the kiddles come to visit
I’ve visited the shrimp fleet and sampled their pink delights, learned about the gladiolus bulb industry which dominated the area from the 1940’s to 1980, and about the history of the beautiful Calusa Indians, who populated the area and fended off 2 incursions by the famed Ponce de Leon, though eventually succumbing to their universal gift of European disease.
 
Entertaining some of my new neighbors











Alden's firehouse Engine and Rescue 72 are right across the street













Dinner with Alden and his great crew at the firehouse
Grampa introducing the kids to the microscopic world




My angelic grand-daughters



Lover's Beach, south of Ft Myers beach

The community is proud of their beaches. I've helped with
two beach clean-ups since I arrived

Thoroughly enjoying my time until January, when……

The Adventure Continues.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

How the Peace Corps Saved My Life

The beautiful (and vast) campus of Cleveland Clinic in Weston, FL - where I had heart bypass suregry
One Last "Hearty" Adventure with the Corps

It seems like it was a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away – when really it was just 6 weeks ago in Surco ,Peru – just 3500 miles to the south.  I had just been hiking with my Peruvian pal Dasio at about 11,500 ft above Ayas, Peru – looking for Matt Nahrstadt’s reforestation project – which we never found. It was a long and hard hike, very much like one I’d done 3 years earlier at that very site with my WATSAN 18 training group. But, then we hiked all the way back down to the village, caught a ride in the back of a pickup and dashed to catch the combi bus, down at about 9000 ft.

That was when “it” happened. I felt a sudden tightness across my upper chest and shoulders and got VERY out of breath. “It” lasted only about 30 seconds and may have saved my life. I continued on home to Lima, thinking little of the incident. I simply figured I had hit a wall of exhaustion at altitude and was out of shape from living the easy office life in Lima for a year.

I had felt very good about my health in Lima. I’d been walking home (3km) from the office every day and had stopped my BP meds with just that 50-60 minute walk each day. The walk was never tiring, especially when summer weather arrived and the young ladies graced the streets with their very short , tight shorts and leggings.

Shortly after that, I had my COS chat with our dear PC Medical Officer, Jorge Bazan about my health issues during 3 years of Peace Corps service in Peru. I just happened to mention “it” to him and suggested that maybe my lungs were not functioning as well as they might be and he got me a lung x-ray, which showed nothing abnormal. He still felt that “it” still needed investigation and sent me to a cardiologist, which is when things started to take a southern turn . When the doctor saw the EKG, he asked for it to be redone. He then turned to me and said “You have a very serious problem, my friend.”, which I took for typical Peruvian melodrama at the time, feeling as good as I did.

But, further sonograms, stress tests and dye scans confirmed that I had very little arterial blood flow to my heart. They guessed the blockages were almost complete. That was about a week before I was scheduled to return to the US as an RPCV. I had my flight and was all packed and ready to go.

Cleveland Clinic entrance - Valet parking, no less

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Last Mango in Lima


Having moved 32 times in my 63 years, I've gotten good at saying Good-Bye. Behind every Good-Bye is a new Hello, just waiting to happen. And thanks to email and Facebook and Skype, It is rarely a true Good-Bye, just Until We Meet Again. Good-Bye does not mean loss to me, but celebration of the experience that will always be a part of me.


Still, with just a few days before I end my Peace Corps service in Peru, my farewell visits in Buenos Aires and San Luis were tearful and heartfelt. The unique way that PCVs are embedded and integrated into their communities, means not only that we can be more effective, but that we experience some loss on departure.
Peace Corps service has been a great and full adventure – one of my best. The places visited, projects completed, friendships made – I hold them all dear.
In these final days in Peru, memories of people and places have come welling up, waves of gratitude and appreciation flood my heart. I give especially heartfelt THANKS to:
My host family during training, who nurtured and fed me in my Peruvian birthplace of Buenos Aires. Jaime Alderete, Shirley Alderete, Deri and Cristanto
My hard working community partners in San Luis. Angel Harrison Garcia Manzo, Gloria Yaya, Esther Reynaldo Reyes
The extraordinary Peace Corps medical staff for keeping me healthy and safe. Jorge , Suni Su and Carmen
The entire PC Staff for their kind support (and for tolerating a non-bureaucratic rogue in their midst).
The Tooth Fairies and Dr Michael Healey for getting my mouth up to PC specs.
All my generous friends who contributed to the creation of Childrens’ Playgrounds in San Luis.
The senders of tool and hardware laden Care Packages. Joy B. Massa,Jan Plimpton, Robin Murphy , Phyllis Scott McAllister
and especially to my Dea Sistas - Robin Parker and Darcy Plimpton-Sims -I wouldn't be here without your kindness.
My Facebook Friends, for sharing great ideas and cheering my service.
All the thanks and appreciation that I've received during my time in Peru, really belongs to all of you, as well.
WE did this. I was merely the “tip of the olive branch”. That was my honor and privilege.
The people and places of Peru, WATSAN, ECPA and the Peace Corps will always be a part of my being. I do not leave them behind, but celebrate my time here, and pass the torch to the next generation of PC Peru.


So long, Peru. And thanks for all the ceviche……..

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Solar Waterfall for the PC Training Center

We started with an old fish pond
The solar powered waterfall at the Peace Corps Lima office has been so widely enjoyed and appreciated, that a second solar cascade at the Training Center in Chaclacayo (an hour east of Lima) seemed appropriate. The little area off in a corner provided the venue and our good friends at Q-Energy donated most of the equipment. Peace Corps bought the panel and hardware. Juan and Marco, the maintenance crew from the office, helped me with the construction. Our team finished the project quickly, with excellent result.


Juan and Marco and I made a great team


We started with an ornate, but defunct fish pond in a corner of the training center grounds. All it needed was a little concrete repair and a reservoir for the water, which Marco deftly completed. Juan did the plumbing from the reservoir to the waterfall and I handled the electrical work, connecting the solar panel, charge controller and battery to the pump – a 500GPH Rule bilge pump. 90 minutes later, we tested the system and cleaned up.






We hope that future generations of Peace Corps Trainees will learn from and enjoy the new waterfalls. I know I enjoyed one last construction project before departure.


Monday, November 10, 2014

San Luis Playground Redux


Angel and Goyo celebrate a final adventure together after repairs are complete
One night, about three weeks ago, person or persons unknown scaled a 12 ft wall for the purpose of vandalizing one of the children’s’ playgrounds that I helped construct during my Peace Corps service in mi pueblo of San Luis de Canete. Vandalism, the destruction or defacing of something for the sheer joy? of it, has always baffled me and I won’t dwell on it here. But, my stalwart community partner, Angel, and I were not going to allow the bastards a victory.


Samuel retouches one of his brilliant wall murals
I packed up my tools and headed to the scene of the crime to assist. Angel had marshalled a welder, some kids and the multi-talented graffiti artist Samuel , to converge on the playground last Saturday and set things right. The kids picked up all the trash and raked the soft sand base. I put the swings back together, with the aid of my trusty battery drill. Samuel touched-up his gorgeous murals and used the left-over paint to spiff the equipment. A new seat was cut and installed on the see-saw and our “Wild Man” welder made fast work of repairing and reinforcing the see-saw. We celebrated with Inca-Kola, of course as well as hugs and last Good-Bye to my dear friend Angel.

The trip also gave me a chance for a final Farewell to all my dear friends in San Luis. It was my honor and privilege to work with these wonderful, caring, generous folks over the last 3+ years. Angel, Avelino and his family, Gloria, Esther, Victor, Cristina, Paulina, Fernando…. I will never forget them. They will always have a special place in my heart, as will San Luis, Mi Pueblo, Mi Corazon.

Our welder looked a bit on the wild side, but he did a great job
 The bus ride back to Lima was a sweet trip down Memory Lane. I’ve taken that route close to a hundred times and know it well. But, this time was particularly poignant, since it will be my last as a Peace Corps volunteer. Every landmark seemed to stand out and even the stark desert seemed more beautiful, when seen through my misty eyes.

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Click here to watch video of the playground construction



The Grounds Crew enjoyed a well deserved swing