The first challenge was to go about basics like going to al bano....under no instructions...we figured out that a spade was very useful....as for privacy...well as far away as you felt comfortable...
That out of the way...a lovely breakfast awaited...
For some reason us 3 gals were not included in that tour that left that morning with the 2 guides and Rainer and Lily.... we were not pleased..
Oliver was still passed out by then 9.00 am, after last night's bing....now I gort really worried...a "manic" leader plus blacked out when he should be looking after us...
So we had tofind time to occupy ourselves and plan our escape...
this was the highlight of the morning
I brought back a stone to remind me of the place....far, far away....
At one point we thought it would be great to collect and sell the pebbles...they are better than the ones from IKEA....
Lunch was another delight...then were were to go for a little walk with Oliver to the actual campsite up in the jungle...that was something to look forward to...
but...shock and horror as we watched our chef pack his items and leave with Rainier and Lilly..to continue up the river for another 8 days......our only source of comfort was going...
The camp was reduced to 5 from 10...suddenly it looked empty and I spooked out and moved my tent closer to Oliver....I was ready to listen to his sleep talking than risk....I don't know what...we were warned that dangerous snakes roamed the beach, that jaguars had been spotted and that a large animal,Tapir...
also liked to visit...
Never mind the spiders and other jungle creatures that come out at night...
On the way to the site,
we saw the leaf cutter ants, which are just brilliant to watch...please read /see more about them and you will be amazed
The site had a great view, atop a cliff overlooking the other side of the river...
to say it was basic is an understatement...
...
suddenly our campsite felt
so cheery and cosy....
with our coca leaves to keep us going...all the booze was gone
I greatly appreciated the fact that "all things are relative"
We were very happy to return and fry the Yuka that Angela pulled out of the "farm"it kept us busy that night as we fried, roasted and boiled it...that was our dinner.....
We thought standard had hit rock bottom....
After us gals spooked ourselves out...the 2 men had long retired...Oliver at 6.00pm..to recover and Eduardo fizzled off somewhere....imagining the fire flies were jaguar eyes..we went to sleep happy in the knowledge that a group of Dutch were arriving the next day
Happy perhaps because they would take over our suffering or that if they were worth their salt, they would bring fresh supplies of booze and cigarettes
......YOU TRUELY CANNOT LEAVE UNTIL THE MASTER SAYS SO.....
(Excuse me...if many incoherent sentences/thoughts/logic...am rushing to meet the Dutch at Plaza de Armas for a drink....they survived and got back ok.....)
does the tapir come from the horse family really?
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