It's hard to believe that it's been 2 weeks since we have written. Many, many things have happened. I'm sure most of you will hear the stories from those that will be returning from their trip here. But for those that won't I'll try to share some for you.
We were able to fly everyone (31 people) into San Antonio but it took 2 days to do so. I (Terri) got to go in on the first flight which was a first for me going in first. When I arrived the women grabbed me and started hugging and kissing me (which is not a normal reaction for the Chayahuita). Then they had me sit down with them for about an hour just to talk and it was evident that they were sad and hurting over the events that had happened in Bagua recently. They were also scared that it could happen
to them. The whole village really wasn't as social as usual either. Those on the team were able to do some fun things even though we were there only a couple of nights. Some went to a place where they could jump off a rock into the water from about 15 feet up and then went swimming. Others took a hike to a wonderful waterfall. Then unfortunately things changed very quickly. People starting getting sick. Shelley, Jared and I flew out that night on the cessna as well as 4 others that were not feeling well. It turned out to be a blessing because it would take quite a while to get everyone out the next day.
Some of the group remaining had to walk 3-4 hours to Soledad to be flown out of there. All the luggage was sent on a canoe downstream to meet up with them. It would take most of the day to get everyone into Yurimaguas plus the luggage. Thank you Craig! By the time everyone got in it was evident that a good portion of the group had gotten whatever it was that was being passed around. By around 3PM even I was not well. All I remember was Shelley continued to keep up with all the sick passing out meds and water and I thought that if I could just get a few minutes rest I'd feel better. Then I woke up around 7PM to Shelley knocking on the door. Yep, the bug got me, too. By next morning the majority of us were feeling much better. However, there were a few still kinda not quite up to par.
We had been told the night before that we would be able to travel as the roadblock would be over. We received a phone call saying that it wouldn't be over until around 10AM. The bus company also wanted security that there would be no problem with the indigenous at the block. Ken was able to get permission from the Chayahuita (Shawi) in charge to pass through so we were on the road by 8:30 AM. It was not easy getting through but we did. Arriving in Tarapoto was a blessing since it gave those not feeling well a few hours to lie down and sleep.
There are many other stories to be told, but you'll have to ask those on the trip. They need a chance to share their experiences with you. Just ask! Thanks for your prayers.