Finally on the move again

After they fired me from my role as manager/cook/waiter/dish washer from Restaurant Amadeus (aka Restaurant Fatima) due to the fact that I renamed it Restaurant Amadeus, but primarily because I wore no shoes, I decided not to stay in Bogotá much longer. Unfortunately I was waiting for my bank card that had been stolen a few weeks earlier on a drunk night in a concert somewhere. The fourth Monday after my new card had been sent, I decided to wait no longer and made a transfer through Western Union from my credit card so I had some cash to pay back all the loans I had made and I was ready to take off.
Mar, who had never been in the south of her country was excited to join me (although she threatened me that she didn't want to wait around any longer, which is one of the reasons why I decided not to wait for my card any longer either). Her abuelita (grandmother) and her dad were not that happy with her decision as for the upcoming elections this region wasn't the safest because it is in the south that the FARC (Fuerzas Armada Revolucionarias de Colombia) reside. In 2000 the FARC closed down all connections to a village called Puerto Asis and drove the population to near starvation to force the government to review their agenda (which they didn't).
It's in this town, that's a connection for goods and people with Leticia, a village far into the woods, that we are waiting now. Waiting for the elections to pass, because no administrative services are being performed and although the danger is as usual exaggerated, it is still safer to stay in the town than being on the road to avoid contact with the FARC. We want to get to Leticia, which is only reachable by plane or by boat, in the cheapest possible way. A passenger boat takes about 15 days over the Putumayo, the river that ends up in the Amazon, which is where Letitia is situated, on the border with Brazil and Peru. The Putumayo meanders its way going in and out Ecuador, but that doesn't mean that my passport will be considered valid when I arrive after its valid date, the 24th of March at the border, so I will have to take actions to extend it again before I set off to Leticia.
Yesterday we went to the harbour where goods are being loaded (by hand) on the pontons to ask if any of these sailors is willing to take us aboard to work for our transit. Their eyes and reactions tell us that this is a sheer impossibility as we need a marine-working permit, but a little later we find out that it's also a matter of trust and that we have to stick around and get to know some people to make the transit easier. Nevertheless we already start dreaming from spending our time on one of these boats as it slides through the marvelous rainforest where we'll expect to be surprised and thrilled by the environment...