Personal Narrative-Amazon Jungle Of Ecuador

As I stepped off the small, rickety airplane, I gazed out into the vast green rainforest before me. Everywhere I looked was covered with dense green trees and plants. I breathed in the thick and humid air, and was shocked at how similar the climate was compared to Florida. As I continued to absorb the beauty around me, I thought to myself, “You, Addison Pike, are in the Amazon Jungle of Ecuador. Do you realize that you are over sixty miles from any modern civilization?” This thought echoed in my mind and caused me to shake my head in amazement. My heart raced because I knew that there were amazing adventures laying ahead. My gawking was quickly interrupted by the native Indians, whom I and my group would be living with. They came to us and …show more content…
I blindly followed her, unaware of the predicament I was about to be in. We walked for about two blocks once we reached the river, or the “currary” as Menagre called it. The river’s beauty was breathtaking. It flowed downstream, creating gentle, glassy ripples. The riverbank was covered in small black and brown shiny pebbles. I noticed that each pebble shone individually in the sunlight, creating a brilliant glow. We walked closer and began to climb up the steep, muddy ledge that hung over the side of the river. My feet slipped and squished in the mud, which caused me to lose my balance. However, thanks to Mengare’s steady hand, I didn’t collapse into the thick, black mud. However, my lack of balance made Mengare howl with laughter. This only worsened my case, because her laughter was making me laugh, which made me slip more. I imagine that we looked quite silly up …show more content…
To me, it felt like we were fifty feet up in the air, but I could see that Mengare was completely at ease. As I was staring out at the water, I could feel Mengare staring at me and smiling. I looked at her and she said “Beeto botto?” and pointed at me, then pointed down at the water. My heart dropped into my stomach as I began to realize what “beeto botto” meant. She wanted me to jump off of the ledge, into the water with her. Though a complete sense of terror and dread washed over me, I knew that she wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to me. I also knew that if I didn’t jump, I would later regret it. So I took in a deep breath, let out a nervous laugh, looked at Mengare, and nodded. Without even the slightest moment to comprehend what I had just agreed to, I was plummeting to the river below with Mengare. I felt my body splash into the icy waters. Once Mengare and I came up for air, we both began to laugh again and swam to the riverbank