In terms of losses, Nic has lost most of his underwear, and I lost most of my outer clothes. Luckily, Nic and I keep one set of clothes separately in each others' rucksack in case one gets stolen, so I had two tops and two pairs of trousers, and my fleece and waterproof jacket were safe. But I also lost my walking boots, and some jewellery and souvenirs that were in my make up bag. We lost other bits like gloves and sleeping mats etc, but thankfully nothing that's irreplaceable like photos, or really troublesome like medication.
Others lost varying amounts, ranging from just the set of clothes that was drying, to everything but their laptop. Shanyn was the only one to lose her camera in the fire, which is obviously terrible for her, but we will give her copies of our photos to try to fill the gap.
We were very aware though that some of the people sat next to us either were the owners of the
lodge, which would not have been insured, and so they had lost a huge part of their livelihood, or people who worked at the lodge, who had possibly lost their jobs if the owners could not employ them elsewhere. We definitely considered ourselves lucky.
Izzie and Roberto had, despite the obvious difficulties, arranged that we would still go put to the animal sanctuary and the local community today. Alternative lunch arrangements had been made, as we had been due to ear at the lodge, and the only thing we could do was the planned tubing down the river. We were very impressed that they were able to let us go ahead with the activities, and although many of us felt a little odd doing such touristy things they day after the fire, it probably did us good to get on with our normal routine. It no doubt also helped Izzie as then she didn't have to worry about us while she spent the day chasing around police stations getting police reports for us all, and making arrangements for us to get to Quito the next day.
We were back down the river to have lunch, and then into the taxis again to go to the local community. But on the way, we stopped at Shangri-la. A few of our travelling companions still held out hope that some of their belongings would still be there. It was soon clear that they would not be.
|after the fire|
|after the fire - our cabin|
But when we went down the steps, we could see the devastation of the lodge itself. There was nothing left of it other than a few brick walls that had supported the toilets and showers, and the corrugated iron that had been on some of the rooves. Where our cabin had been, there was just a mound of earth and ash, with a couple of sheets of the corrugated iron on top. And the same was true for the others.
|the remains of Shanyn's camera|
|the paint pot tree|
|Shanyn and Roberto|
|the traditional dance|