A rriving at the jungle lodge in the territory of the Huaorani is an experience in itself. It’s necessary to travel with three modes of transportation, land based car or bus from Quito to Shell, air travel in a small prop airplane from Shell to a small community in the jungle, and via river by canoe to the lodge itself. At the end of the day, the trip is actually very fast considering that the cultural distance is so very vast.

Since the writing of this short article, the Huaorani Lodge has closed for business. The people of this area had to make a choice between income from tourism or from oil exploration. They chose the latter. There is hope that at some later time, their land may re-open to tourism.

Leaving Shell for the jungle by plane allows us to see the changes taking place, Huaroani Lodge
The river winds back and forth through the lands of the Huaorani, Huaroani Lodge
Alas de Socorro, a non-profit company, operates flights in and out of the jungle, Huaroani Lodge
A Huaorani child watches as Alas de Socorro takes off, Huaorani Lodge
The next batch of tourists arriving for their 5 days of adventure, Huaroani Lodge
We used dugout canoes with gas motors for travel, Huaorani Lodge
Walking from the runway towards the river, Huaorani Lodge

We left behind many comforts that Americans take for granted, like hot water showers and connectivity to the world wide web. We left sidewalks for muddy trails, paved roads for river passage, a car for a canoe, a tarmac runway for a grass strip, and a sitting room with couch and comfy chair for hammocks swinging on front porches.

For a mere 5 days, we lived without many of the things we are used too and the truth is, we didn’t miss a single one. Well, we missed hot water showers but by late afternoon we were so sweaty and hot from hiking that a tepid shower felt refreshing in comparison!

We learned that if we were to live here that we would give up much more. Laundry would be washed in the river, we could never pick up a phone to call a loved one, foods we enjoy would have to come in by plane or by boat or not at all, and a basic European education would depend on the arrival of a teacher from a place far away and only if the government could find one willing to travel so far.

But we could walk for miles in the jungle and never cross the same territory twice. We could see toucans and butterflies, tanagers and grasshoppers, frogs and spiders, and maybe, just maybe, catch a glimpse of some monkeys or tapir or an otter like animal called a Cabeza de Mate or Tayra. Like most choices in life, living here would come with it’s ups and downs. But the difference between ourselves and many of the Huaorani is that we do have choices and they do not. At the very least, their choices are limited by money and by power.

The river that runs through Huaroani Territory is the Rio Shirpuno, Huaorani Lodge
The runway is also a major thoroughfare for foot traffic as it is free from mud, Huaorani Lodge
Many of the trails were so muddy that it was best to hike in rain boots, Huaorani Lodge
Butterflies hovered along the rocky shore, Huaorani Lodge
The Team, Huaorani Lodge
My boys sitting outside their cabin, Huaorani Lodge