Why Some Peruvians have Strange Opinions of Gringos

Here are two examples from recent weeks that have shed some light on the way light-skinned foreigners are perceived and treated here in Loreto.

On our last trip on the Rio Nanay, we came around a bend to see a canoe full of water with a man and a woman holding on to the side (There is a picture on the second of the 3 Flickr website links to the right). We pulled alongside and bailed out the canoe, helped the people on board our boat, and retrieved as much of their floating cargo as we could (lots of limes). The mother was hysterical until we found their young daughter hanging on to a tree on the side of the river upstream. It turned out that a large passing boat (which we could still see going around the next bend as we arrived) had swamped them with its passing wave. They had lost their peque-peque motor (costs several hundred soles) and most of the cargo they were traveling to Iquitos with to sell, and they probably would have lost the canoe if we hadn’t arrived. They were several days from home and had now lost their income and their transportation.

We hailed some kids passing by in a canoe and paid them with soda and crackers to tow the bailed out canoe to their community nearby to be retrieved later. We then took the family and caught up with the offending large boat which had not stopped or slowed down (Also a picture on Flickr). Jess and I realized as we pulled up that there was a big red cross on the side and the words “Chosen Vessel.” When we pulled up alongside (they refused to stop), we could clearly see white people inside the cabin. We assume that these people were either missionaries or on some sort of religious tour. Either way, they were very reluctant to deal with our group and didn’t want to take any responsibility for the damage caused by their waves. Eventually the family just got off our boat and forced their way onto the “Chosen Vessel” with their stuff and we drove away, leaving them to negotiate some sort of compromise, but we felt quite embarrassed for the behavior of our fellow Americans.

The second story comes from within the city. There is a construction going up on the water just outside the La Pascana hostel, where we spent our first couple weeks in Iquitos. Our friend Nick (a fellow Fulbrighter) is visiting this week and we were walking along the waterfront boulevard when we stopped to look at the construction. We noticed a sign on the front that had a website address so we decided to check it out when we got back to the apartment. It turns out that this is a project to build a giant Egyptian-modeled floating pyramid. There are lots of pictures on the website, as well as a seemingly stream-of-consciousness description. Our favorite section is this one:

“I believe that Ayahuasca sets up a channel between ourselves and higher intelligences so I do not claim the architectural creativity is mine - I consider the project a blueprint from the Gods, or certainly higher alien intelligence. I have no architectural or engineering training or experience. Often I'd take some Ayahuasca and ask it questions like how do I join this piece of wood to this piece of wood? The Ayahuasca always provided the answers.”

May be the Indiana Jones movie wasn’t too far off with its aliens and pyramids in the Amazon. After he builds the pyramid, this guy intends to float it to the far side of the river (if he can finish in 2 weeks before the river drops!), anchor it, and turn it into a meditation/spirituality/ayahuasca retreat complex. With coffee, a gym, and wireless internet of course. There is a British Flag on top of the structure, so it doesn’t seem to be an American production.

Nick noticed the same thing we’ve seen with Iquitos tourists- there are two distinct crowds. One is the older, wealthier travels, here for an ecotour in the “Jungle”. The other is the young, dreadlocked ayahuasca crowd, usually as part of the next step in their experimental drug use. Out on the river, you’re more likely to run into a missionary or a businessman. So people tend to be confused when we introduce ourselves as interns with a Peruvian governmental organization.