Friday, December 27, 2019

The dolphins of the Cunucunuma River
D.Anton
It was a very small sandy island  completely devoid of vegetation. It had no more than 100 meters long and perhaps 30 meters wide.
We had arrived from the Orinoco River up the  apids and we took a turn upstream along an Orinoco tributary, the Cunucunuma river . It was already evening and we were forced to camp in that small island.
Even with the navigation ability of our y'ekwana boatmen we did not dare to navigate by night among rocks and fast currents.
Our y'ekwana hosts prepared the cassava with fish that they had brought and soon we were ready to spend the night in the tiny island.
A young German, who had joined the tour when we set sail from the village of La Esmeralda, for reasons I do not know, decided to sleep in a much less risky place, dragging his backpack, he crossed the arm of the river that separated us from the mainland and installed his hammock hanging from two branches of the jungle trees.
Others, including a native friend known as Cucubi, (whose official name was Guillermo Guevara), a prestigious jibi ethnic Indian leader with national projection in Venezuela, and several indigenous and venezuelan companions preferred to stay in the clear sandy surface of the small island.
Late at night while we were lying on the sand ir was possible to contemplate the starry vault where the full moon was shining.
Sounds of the jungle coming from the the shady banks were heard.
At one point in the dimly lit river water some squeaky sounds coming from the water. The sounds were repeated from various points of the river. Sometimes they seemed to approach the shore of the sandy islet. Trying to peek to see the source of the noises I could spot emerging from the water the short form of a snout and a pair of eyes looking out over the water surface.
Nearby it was possible to see several similar beings who apparently communicated with each other while they examined us.
"They are the pink dolphins of the Orinoco" whispered Cucubi. I looked and then I could distinguish them better. Several silhouettes swimming gently, sometimes approaching the island little beach until they almost got over the beach, and then they swimmed away, continued to communicate with each other with their barely audible sounds. When the day came we could not be see them anymore. I think there were just browsing these weirdos who had ventured into their territory. It was a "herd" of pink dolphins that live in the Orinoco River and its upstream tributaries, such as the Cunucunuma river. It is an aquatic mammal of the order Cetacea locally known names or boto dolphin.
From: Chronicles of the Human  Peripetia,  Danilo Anton, Piriguazu Ediciones
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