Trip Start Aug 09, 2007
45Trip End Jan 20, 2008
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In any event, back to the start. I arrived in Rurrenabaque airport in a small plane. A minibus with wings. And the airport has a grass runway
Then a night in the town of Rurrenabaque itself. It's fairly small. Lots of travel agencies and bars. And the hotel seemed to have a large supply of ants in the rooms. Can't complain too much. It is, after all, virtually the jungle. And at least my visitors were small and six-legged. The morning after our arrivial, there was a small commotion outside on of the other rooms. It turned out there was a larger animal in there. Hairy. About the size of a saucer. Eight legs. Olé, Tarantula! Sadly, I missed most of it, only noticing a couple of legs as it scurried off to hide behind something. I was playing with a kitten, instead. Which casts some doubt on my use of the word "sadly". Hmmm. Kitten, tarantula. Weigh that one up. It's that game we all love - which do you prefer, giving reasons? Kittens or tarantulas? Kind, gentle, sleek cats or mangy, rabid, evil dogs? Big Ted or Humpty? Gordon Brown or The Little Baby Jesus? Think carefully before answering. Your responses may reveal more about you than you wish to be known...
The trip was in two parts. The pampas part - mostly on a boat along a river, looking at crocodiles, dolphins, birds and capibara, and the rainforest part. Which involved lots of walks in the jungle
Lots of rain, in both places. So much so that we had to cancel a nighttime jungle walk - couldn't see anything. Which was a shame because the group that went out the following night saw a boa constrictor and several tarantulas. Woo. No kittens, though. Not there, at any rate.
The rain also causes problems with the flights. Given Rurre's grass runway, planes can't take off if it's muddy. So there were delays. Exacerbated by strike action on the dry day. Strikes called by the political right, to oppose the government. What do the Right demand when they strike? Lower wages? Longer working hours? Less safety? In any event, my flight back to La Paz was a day late. And so here I am. In La Paz - the location is a lie. You can't trust anything anymore.
So, to Chile on Saturday. Always moving...
Oh, and was there a football match whilst I was away? I missed it. Anyone know the score....? No criticism of the Ginger Mourinho in these parts...