I arrived in Iquitos after a four week road trip across Peru with my wife. When you land there, well, prepare to find yourself in another world. We took a boat to reach our final destination, two hours north on the Rio Amazonas. As we arrived, a group of wild boars crossed the river, chased by a few local people, machetes in hand: the hunt was successful and they carried a couple of them back into the forest.
I asked if it was possible to visit their village. It was just five minutes' walk from the river bank. There was a main road with a dozen stilt houses along its edge. It was calm, I think all the men were still out chasing their food. We were lucky enough to discover they were doing a party to crown the prettiest girl of the village in the evening, so we came back in the evening and enjoyed a sip of a gasoline-strong drink. I spent the next two days enjoying the sounds of the forest, interrupted now and then by the passage of small boats carrying goods along the river.
Photography & Words by Enrico Caputo
Edited by Marion Garnier