Along the Ucayali - Pucallpa to Iquitos
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The story includes a three week trip on Ucayali River from Pucallpa to Iquitos. On this voyage he met a new friend, Leo, from Melbourne, Australia, who was going into the interior to search for gold. The 2 of them parted each other in Iquitos and went their separate ways.
For Mr. Kramer, this” get a way” was the beginning of a marked change in his life. He was able to look inwardly and contemplate his past and look into his future. In brief, he was growing up!
Frederick L. Kramer
Frederick L. Kramer graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in 1962 with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English. After a year in Law School at George Washington University he departed on a lifelong journey. This memoir depicts his first of 5 journeys to the Amazon in Peru when he was 23 years old. Mr. Kramer is also the publisher and writer of The White House Gardens.
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Along the Ucayali - Pucallpa to Iquitos - Frederick L. Kramer
Copyright © 2020 by Frederick L. Kramer. 811529
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ISBN: Softcover 978-1-6641-4149-0
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Rev. date: 12/07/2020
To
Leo
and
The Zamora Family
and
Mr. Thomas W. Hall, Jr.
and
to My Loving Family
I wish to thank Myles Ludwig, Professor of Memoirs at
the Society of the Four Arts, Palm Beach, Florida, for his
guiding inspirations in helping me write this memoir.
As well, I wish to thank Tina Russell, Melody
Hillock and Eric Moser for their assistance.
Contents
Chapter 1 GRANDMA ROSE’S PEA SOUP
Chapter 2 VITOR RAUL The Lagoon at YARINACOCHINA
Chapter 3 IQUITOS
Chapter 4 THE RETURN
Chapter 5 BELLOWS FALLS
24720.pngCHAPTER 1
GRANDMA ROSE’S PEA SOUP
I didn’t realize it then, but the life I would soon lead became like the Ucayali River, winding and meandering through various turns and twists, Fred thought. The Ucayali flows North in Peru for mas o menos 1,600 river miles and about 1,000 air miles. Eventually, it combines forces with the Maranon River and together, these two rivers form the headwaters of the Amazon. The confluence begins at Nauta,100 km downstream from Iquitos, Peru, the furthest point inland on the Amazon where the ocean - faring ships travel.
Standing on the riverboat SS Hullaga, in the heart of the Peruvian Amazon, Fred felt he finally had realized his dream. It was the second week of July,1963. But, he wondered if it was real as the birds above chased each other like streaking comets. They were nose- diving for fish under the swift-running current.
image%201.jpgThe Meandering Ucayali
The Hullaga reminded Fred of the kind of faded-white old wooden Mississippi paddle wheeler on which he always longed to travel. Staring above into the humid bright sun, in front of his small semi- private cabin on the second deck, he looked down at the hectic scene unraveling on the dockside below.
Local passengers were carefully stepping onto the well-worn wooden gangplanks with their faded red, blue and yellow colored hammocks slung over their backs; mother’s carrying infants, fathers carrying young children, some older worried faces carrying bags of fruit, clothing and other possessions.
Pigs were squealing in worn wooden crates that were awkwardly lifted onboard by young, strong-armed mates in flip flops and bathing suits. The next day, we came to know those porcos would be part of our nightly dinner.
The muddy Pucallpa riverbank was freshly showered from an early morning rain in this jungle. Today, at noon, we were about to set sail after six days of "mañana," the standard answer from the captain, who grinned through his two gold front teeth. He reminded Fred of Humphrey Bogart.
Everyday, for a week, when Fred had asked him when the boat would leave, always he replied, "mañana."
Anxiously, he now watched as many burlap sacks of onions were being loaded onto his boat. The skin trader also brought piles of his ocelot hides onboard. Each day the water- line level of the Hullaga crept closer to the top of the muddy-brown Ucayali, lapping and licking upwards against the groaning, creaking boat.
This isn’t Cincinnati, Pittsburgh or Cleveland, Fred reminded himself. He remembered the hobos his Grandma Rose used to feed with her pea soup when six-year-old Freddie and his older brother George lived with her.
Every week she would brew her aromatic delight filled with carrots, small chunks of potatoes, onions and simmering stewing beef. This warmed our souls during the cold New Jersey winter.
Sometimes, she would make an extra large pot and on those days, at lunchtime usually, there would be a knock at the back door. In her thick Polish/Yiddish immigrant accent, Grandma would tell me to open it.
Quickly, little Freddie would let the strangers in from the cold and the two or three leathery, raggedy men in baggy worn pants would shuffle a few steps down into the dank unfinished basement. Quietly, they would sit on the wooden stools by a rickety gray workbench as Grandma Rose carefully brought down her steaming pot of thick pea soup. Fred would get the spoons, soup bowls, and hunks of fresh rye bread.
Then, he sat nearby them on a small stool listening to the men as they slurped with satisfaction. They spoke in a language that sounded like Grandma’s accent.
Where are you going,
young Freddie asked them? And they would tell him of their travels on freight cars to far off places from Passaic and the Erie-Lackawanna Railroad station near Grandma’s house: Cincinnati, Pittsburgh and Cleveland.
Fred’s wanderlust was nourished by Grandma Rose’s pea soup.
I couldn’t imagine at that time that little Freddie would eventually grow up to become me. Although, at times, I struggled to follow the mold, and the fine life examples and standards set by my parents, I was lured and tugged by the unknown.
This curiosity, in part, is what led me to this first of many expeditions and travels into the Amazon, and South America, now, almost sixty years ago.
image%202.jpgGrandma Rose with 6 months Freddie.
Is this Cabin 6 mate?
a tall, lanky young man with twinkling light blue eyes and auburn curly hair asked.
«Why yes,» I replied.
I guess we’re the only two gringos on this boat. My name is Leo, what’s yours mate?
I introduced myself. We learned we were sharing Cabin 6, no bigger than only a large closet with a bunk bed and a little rusty white sink, with cold water.
I walked into the cabin with Leo to show him about.
My stuff is on the bottom, but I’ll move to the top since I’m shorter,
I said.
And Leo had no complaints. I would rather be above him so I wouldn’t hear him shifting about.
It’s tight quarters, but better than standing all night,
he laughed, putting his large black backpack on the lower bunk.
Where you heading?
I asked.
The Orinoco to pan for gold,
he answered excitedly. Quit my dull engineering job back in Melbourne and here I am chasing my dream, and you?
"And me? I guess I’m here just trying to figure out my life, my