Marty’s photo of the day #2592: Today’s photo certainly isn’t the prettiest one I’ve posted, but it provides the answer to a question that’s difficult to answer without local help: What do the rooftops look like in Iquitos, Peru? Luckily, Deb and I befriended a motorcar taxi driver, who took us to the parent’s house […]
Marty’s photo of the day #2239: I stood on the roof of a house, in the Belén District of Iquitos, Peru, to take this photo. This is the poor section of town, as it is on the Amazon River floodplain. Just to the left is the Amazon River.
Marty’s photo of the day #2234: I took this photo as Deb and I departed Iquitos, Peru to commence a 70 mile-long journey down the Amazon River to a research station. Iquitos has a population of 300,000 people, and there are no roads in or out of the city. The only way to get to […]
Marty’s photo of the day #1942: This photo shows Deb and our local friend Alfredo shopping in Iquitos, Peru. Here’s what I wrote about the scene in my first book, Cool Creatures, Hot Planet: Exploring the Seven Continents: Our final stop was the Belen Marketplace. Here hundreds of vendors sold fruits, vegetables, meats, and traditional […]
Marty’s photo of the day #1842: I took this photo in Iquitos, Peru, about ten years ago. This is the town square at night. Just off to the right is a little drug store, where customers can get just about any prescription filled. Except no prescription is required! I wonder if the store is still […]
Marty’s photo of the day #1683: I have a whole series of photos with these kids. I’ve posted some in the past, but I don’t think I’ve posted this one. Here’s the story behind the photo: Deb and I had just returned to Iquitos, Peru after a week in the Amazon Rainforest. After checking into […]
Marty’s photo of the day #1651: Men in Iquitos, Peru, demonstrating what a Well Regulated Militia actually looks like. Note the lack of paranoid pot-bellied men carrying misspelled signs.
Marty’s photo of the day #1557: This is downtown Iquitos, Peru. Several years ago, Deb and I were admiring this evening scene, when the strangest thing happened: A group of Texans, wearing ten gallon hats and cowboy boots, walked by, looked up, pointed at the clock, screamed “Bomb!” and ran away. Posted in support of […]