A week ago I returned from the most unforgettable trip of my life. Like I told the expedition leader Dennis in an email, I am not so old that I have seen it all, but I am old enough to know when the best has passed.
These are some portraits of the people and children we saw at the villages or in canoes by or on the Amazon river. More to come soon, hopefully with my travel story. This one will be hard to write, because often, to write it all out, is to let it go. I am not sure I am ready yet.
To have so little, to want so little, to be so content with what they have: the people I saw looked at us with surprise and welcome, I did not sense that they wanted our lives. They were as curious about us, as we were about them. And as happy to be where they were, as presumably, most of us were and didn’t want to exchange places, despite what we, the visitors seem to ‘have’ that they didn’t.
What are we striving for, after all. Or maybe the question to me really is, what am I striving for, when I pass through this world.