#panguana

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Suspensión de Actividades en la Estación Biológica Panguana

La histórica estación de investigación biológica Panguana, ubicada en la Amazonía peruana, se ha visto obligada a suspender sus operaciones de forma indefinida debido al asedio de la minería ilegal. El personal científico ha enfrentado amenazas de muerte y enfrentamientos armados por parte de mineros que intentan invadir esta reserva protegida para extraer oro. Este cierre pone en grave riesgo…

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[charlesrkiss]

She Fell Nearly 2 Miles, and Walked Away

At 17, biologist Juliane Diller was the sole survivor of a plane crash in the Amazon. Fifty years later she still runs Panguana, a research station founded by her parents in Peru.

[charlesrkiss]

After one billion years of evolution, who will win, flies or humans?

Stegana penicillata (Kertész 1901), male from Panguana, Peru, six close-ups of the head: 7, left oblique anterior, 8, left oblique dorsal, 9, dorsal, 10, frontal, 11, ventral, 12, left oblique posterior. Images in Figures. 7-11 and Fig. 12 were acquired at different magnifications. Scale bars = 0.5 mm and 0.2 mm, respectively.

/humans lose after 497 years — couldn’t even make it to 500 more years.

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WHEN I FELL FROM THE SKY. The True Story of One Woman’s Miraculous Survival - Juliane Koepcke.

WHEN I FELL FROM THE SKY. The True Story of One Woman’s Miraculous Survival – Juliane Koepcke.

People are screaming in panic, shrill cries for help; the roar of the plummeting turbines, which I will hear again and again in my dreams, engulfs me.

And there, over everything, clear as glass, I hear my mother saying quite calmly: “Now it’s all over.”

From one moment to the next, the people’s screams go silent. It’s as if the roar of the turbines has been erased.

My mother is no longer at my…

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Dendrobate by Vuzici on Flickr.

Ranitomeya Lamasi Panguana (R. Sirensis Panguana ) .

[professornomad]

"For years she had the same dream: 'I’m racing furiously at a low height through a dark space, incessantly racing along a wall without hitting it. There’s a roaring, humming sound in my ears as if I myself were equipped with an engine, which is a very strange feeling, and then I wake up covered with sweat.’ She says she wasn’t offered any therapy – counselling wasn’t widespread in those days: 'I was left alone with my problems.’ Not being an especially demonstrative person, she bottled up her emotions."