Amazon Jungle.

Trip Start Oct 02, 2005
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Trip End Sep 28, 2006


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Wednesday, November 2, 2005

It was an hours flight to Rurrenabque on a wee twin engine plane were I could literally reach over and tap the pilot on the shoulder. The town is a wee small place were the electricity goes off alot and no-one seems to notice let alone care. After 3 hours in a jeep, bouncing around to the point were our arses had gone numb, we climb into a canoe and spend another 4 hours going up river to the shack we´re staying in. Coming from La Paz which is 4000m above sea level, it was very difficult to adjust to the heat and humidity of the jungle. Lying in bed at 3 in the morning and sweating like a pig can´t be good for you. The worst thing about the jungle is the mosquitoes. I had 47 bites on
the second day, and I got off lightly. Cailin really got it bad, I think a few got trapped in her mosquitoe net and just feasted on her during the night. How they got me so many times on the arse I´ll never know.

Apart from that, those two days in the jungle were excellent. We went crocodile hunting at night which was really cool. On the second night I was like Steve Irwin on speed. I spotted 9 crocs altogether, just floating down stream on the current, shining my torch along the bank and spotting the reflective pair of eyes gazing back. There´s something almost surreal about it, it´s like being on another planet. On the second day we trekked through the swamps, searching for anacondas. We walked for three hours through grass that was taller than us, with the sun beating down and eagles flying around in the distance. We came to a small pond were apparently the group before us had just caught a two metre anaconda and put it back in. We went searching in this little piece of water, but no luck. Time to go back, only this time it ws mid-day and we´d drank all our water. The three hour walk home was a nightmare. 35 degree heat, no water, and the humidity close to 90%. I still don´t understand how I didn´t pass out. That afternoon we went for a well deserved swim. The water might have had crocodilies and piranahas, but it also had the Jedi Knights of the aqua world: Dolphins. These dolphins were different though, for a start they were pink! They´re not the dolphins you´re thinking off like Flipper, but really weird looking things. Our guide told us that as long as the dolphins were in the water, then the crocs would leave us alone. Not wanting to be rude and call him a liar, I dived in. The water was SO warm- it was like a hot bath. To be honest, I didn´t really get near the dolphins like I wanted to. It wasn´t like I´ve seen on TV were they come up and pull you along on their backs. The selfish pink b@stards.

That night we sailed up to a bar by the river, and watched the sun set over a few beers. It could have been worse. :)

It was Piranah fishing early the next morning. We baited our hooks with rotting flesh (they like that) and cast off, ready to catch enough to fill a small pond in order to throw James Bond into it. The wee shites just swam up and ate the meat off our hooks. One of the locals came with us. He baited his hook, cast his line, and caught one almost immediately. Then another one. 15 minutes passed and no-one had caught anything yet. Our bait ran out, so our local friend cut up the fish he had caught and we used piranah to catch piranah. There were eight of us on that wee canoe, and only one of us caught anything. The one person of course was Cailin, and she hasn´t let me forget it. We took her catch home and cooked it up. I didnt think these fish could get any uglier or more vicious looking, but´stick them in a frying pan for 20 minutes and then look at them.
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