Juruá “City” is a hot, sweaty jungle town with shops built of wood that sits perched on a rare mound of high ground overlooking the low, green sprawl of the Amazon basin. If a man in a cowboy hat with low-slung pistols trotted into town on a horse named Silver he would fit in perfectly. This place is straight out of the Wild West.

The Juruá River itself is almost as big as the Amazon at this point and carves out an impressive gorge through the forest ripping palms and hardwoods out of the ground ruthlessly as it constantly alters its course.

The days prior to arrival were grim. Low, tangled rainforest, no higher than 6 metres with ugly, black branches blocking our path. Every soggy step gave way and we sank up to our thighs in the swamp. Every branch we clung to was covered in either spines or ants.

I won’t lie – that last part - I hated it.

But the contrast between our expedition and the life in a town is remarkable. I’ve spotted only one local girl who is not overweight and the rest of the town seem to like food a lot!

So Cho and I joined the eating frenzy to make up for our weeks of hunger in the forest. My inbuilt regulator that should stop me eating has broken. I am riding a rollercoaster that is flipping me back and forth between hunger and sickening over-eating. I think our bodies desperately want to build up some fat stores again.

And they have a point. We expect to leave here tomorrow with another 4 straight weeks of jungle walking ahead of us before we reunite with the Solimoes (Amazon) River in the town of Tefé.

This journey is becoming incredible.  

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