By Deb Zulawski
Blogger, artist, photographer, global traveler and soon-to-be expat, currently living in the Pacific Northwest.
Have you ever had your hair cut and in the middle of it screamed, “Nooooooo!!!” and you knew, in that moment, that it was just too late? Me too. Mine happened in a small town on the Amazon River, just over the border of Peru, in Colombia. May I say right now that my spontaneity and impulsiveness can sometimes get me into trouble. This was one of those times.
I was living in Iquitos, Peru, in the heart of the Peruvian Amazon, about 4 hours from the river’s source. I needed to get a new stamp in my passport to be able to stay in Peru for another 6 months and heard that all you needed to do was take a “rapido,” a speed boat, down the river to Leticia, just over the Peruvian border in Colombia, where the countries of Peru, Colombia and Brazil meet. I could have flown to a larger city in Ecuador or Chile, and looking back that probably would have been a better choice, but I decided that a ride on the river would be fun. I bought a ticket and planned to be at the Embarcadero, where the boats, fish and bananas arrived to Iquitos, early the next morning.