Bolivia Jungle Adventures and Misadventures

With the local indigenous people, protesting by blocking the road leading from La Paz to the jungle we decided to fly to Rurrenabaque rather than risk not being allowed to pass through the roadblocks. We landed after a 35-minute flight in a small round cigar holder like plane on a primitive runway and taxied down the dusty road to the dilapidated terminal. Stepping out of the plane, sweltering hot humid air greeted us.  We had arrived in Rurrenabaque and were about to venture into Madidi, a national park in the upper Amazon River basin.  This is one of the planet’s most biologically diverse regions and is one of the world’s largest protected areas.  It is also under threat with government plans to build a road cutting through the center of the park and this is the reason the locals are protesting. They are against the building of the road believing it will destroy much of the forests and surroundings, since this road would give access to more illegal logging, hunting and fishing activities.

We planned to visit Serere, a private reserve in Madidi National Park, for 3 days and then head for the pampas for 3 days.  Nelson our guide loaded our luggage onto the canoe for the 3-hour trip down the Beni River to the lodge.  He is a gentle man with a wide smile and a love of the Madidi where he was born. The brown sluggish river is a major tributary of the Amazon River. We motored down the shallow river. Local fishermen were camped under blue tarps along the banks or fishing from motorized dugouts. We stopped and a huge tiger catfish was bartered for with a promise to bring something back in return the following day.

We arrived at Serere and hiked the 30 minutes into the lodge. We entered a world that no longer belongs to us. It belongs to the giant trees and plants, the thousands of birds that call, shriek and sing from the branches. The spider, howler, capuchin, and squirrel monkeys that jump and swing from branch to branch through the misty forest, screeching and howling at each other. The tiny insects that burrow and hide in the ground, plants and muddy pools. Butterflies large and small, beautiful colours of yellows, blues and green flutter around us. The tiny poison frog with its bright colours warning predators of its toxicity. The tiny fire ants with jaws of a caiman had Tom writhing in pain with its sting. The strange looking Serere birds, after which the lodge is named, flutter clumsily on the banks of the river. The rare Harpy Eagle resting in a nest high above us. It is the largest and most powerful raptor found in the Americas, and among the largest species of eagles in the world. We pass a tiny nest the size of an eggcup and inside a hummingbird egg. On our return, we see the tiny little hummingbird sitting on her egg; I feel a surge of wonder at all of nature from the largest to the smallest.

We hike to a lake and canoe across to the opposite bank. Rescued spider monkeys clamber on board the canoe and we struggle to get them to leave. The lake is calm and caiman and turtles watch us as we glide by, we are fishing for piranhas. A little piece of wood with a line and a hook with meat. The piranhas are hungry and we catch many, throwing most back after Nelson carefully removes them from the hook. Their teeth are treacherous and they need careful handling. That night we grill our catch as a storm rolls in. Tarantulas climb the walls and scurry across the kitchen floor casting shadows in the candle light.

We lie in bed under the mosquito net, our little candle flickers and we watch the lightening and listen to the rain beat down on our palm roof. Tomorrow we leave Madidi and head for the pampas.

We bid Nelson farewell. We have arranged to go into the pampas, which are primarily grassy lowlands and this vegetation makes for easier wildlife viewing. We are concerned because of the unexpected rains but our new guides assures us, they can manage the mud, “we have a jeep.” The following morning, there are delays and then Nelson appears. Our guide for the pampas had not shown up so they had arranged for Nelson to accompany us. We climbed inside the “jeep” which has signs that it has seen better days. It was in fact a Mitsubishi. We headed off for a 3-hour drive into the pampas along with Nelson and Jackie the cook. We stopped at little communities along the way to buy supplies, fresh oranges, fish, chicken and vegetables. The oranges were picked off the trees, as we waited. The road deteriorated and soon became a simple footpath way. We shook and rattled until we had a puncture. The tire was changed and we are soon back on our way.  The pathway then disappeared beneath the water; the car began to slide hitting a tree as we passed. Mud flew through the open windows; it was just too hot to close them.  A tree had to be moved, the machete hacked into the wood and soon our path was cleared. The vegetation changed between flat wet grasslands and thick bush and trees. Beneath it all was sticky mud. The tires struggled to grip but after several hours, we arrived at the hacienda. We looked at each other and said, “If it rains again we are going to be stuck here for days.”

Chimo the Hacienda caretaker greeted us with a toothless grin. He lives alone here and looks pleased to have company. The driver returned by motorbike to Rurrenabaque leaving us stranded. Jackie cooked a great meal and together with seven large toads in the shelter, we have supper with Nelson. That night we settled onto bed that seemed better suited to a prison. Sounds of frogs croaking filled the air. It was hot and muggy, mosquitoes whined around us and we were grateful for the netting.

In the morning, we headed out. Chimo had to come with us as Nelson does not know the pathways or routes. It is already hot and humid, the sun beating down on us. We waded through the mud and water, at first trying to keep our boots from filling with water and mud. Finally we gave up. The slime from the frog eggs coated our socks and boots. Chimo tells us there is a canoe and he hacks out a pathway through the bush with his machete. After a hard hike, we arrived at the Yacuma River edge. There is no canoe only caimans lazing in the sun and turtles resting on logs. Chimo shrugs his shoulders and smiles. The turtles are nesting he tells us perhaps the locals took the canoe to collect eggs. I am sweating, mosquitoes swarm around us, and it is a 2-hour hike back for lunch. Nelson keeps up his enthusiasm, pointing out the numerous birds, the fauna and flora. Chimo leading us on the path of discovery of this amazing wilderness. Despite the discomforts of hiking, we are enthralled with what we see.

After lunch and a rest we head off again in search of more wildlife. Iguanas disappear into the bush, and then suddenly we see two Jabiru storks high in the tree. They are the largest flying bird in Central and South America. Males can reach up to 5 feet. The female flies off gracefully but the male stays behind with the young and screeches to us. We watch in awe at this magnificent bird in the largest nest I have ever seen. We continue to explore the area, macaws and other birds constantly flying past or resting on branches. Nelson constantly showing us the wonders of the pampas. Chimo heads off in search of a sloth. He comes back excited he found a porcupine resting high in a tree. I am amazed at both his ability to spot wildlife and the camouflage of the porcupine. Later we spot several sloths all hanging from the branches of cecropia trees. The sloth is a gentle animal feeding on the leaves of the tree. It moves slowly and together with brownish colouring blends into the tree itself protecting it from its main predator the Harpy eagle. It only comes down the tree once a week to defecate and then returns back up the tree.

After supper, Nelson tells us to check our bodies for ticks. I find eight of the critters clinging to my legs and back, sucking my blood into their bloated bodies. We are reassured they don’t carry any diseases. Tom is nursing his swollen neck and hand from several fire ants bites. Everything I have on is wet. Bats fly about eating the millions of mosquitoes that want to feast on us. I am tired but happy and am soon asleep on my prison bed.

The following day we find a canoe filled with water. Nelson and Chimo bale out the water and we set off down the Yacuma River in search of Amazon pink dolphins. We hear them before we see them, snorting and splashing in the water. We travel around the bend in the river and see lots of them playing, swimming and leaping, their pink bodies splashing against the brown water.  They follow us and as we travel up the river. Tom wants to swim but I promise him I will divorce him if the caimans don’t get him first. He is confined to the canoe. We spend the day canoeing the river watching the wildlife that calls the Yacuma River home.

The wildlife was stunning and Nelson, Chimo and Jackie gentle and caring. We learnt about life in Bolivia about growing up without electricity or running water in large families. We learnt about their fears of the coming changes and potential destruction to the forests and pampas, which they love. We made new friends.

At the end of our stay, we were tired, full of bug bites and swellings. The relentless heat, the constant sweating and slapping of mosquitoes had exhausted us. We looked like we had been dragged through the forest and pampas; not hiked through it. Every thing was covered in mud and smelly. I wondered if our boots would recover, I thought I could throw out the socks.

The following day our driver Pedro arrives by motorbike to drive us back to Rurrenabaque. We packed up and after lunch said farewell to Chimo.  The track was not any drier in fact it seemed worse as we made our way slowly through the mud and flooded grasslands. The car struggled and after 40 minutes we heard the tires make that awful sound we know so well; we were stuck in the mud.

We all clambered out and sunk up to our ankles in water and mud. Pedro, Nelson and Tom surveyed our situation. They had no equipment or tools except a machete. We are hours away from any community. We have no water or food on board. We are stuck under the heat of the day in an open area watched by water birds, frogs, snakes and bugs. We are out of cell range coverage. It was 2pm and everyone begins hiking back towards the forest to begin gathering logs, palm leaves and sticks. The plan is to build some kind of sand ladders/ramps. A leverage system was constructed so that the car could be lifted a bit. The struggle began; we all worked under the scorching sun, sweating struggling to put palm leaves and small logs under the tires. Two men arrived on a motorbike and join the now desperate attempts of trying to move the car. After an hour they left, we too were beginning to believe this car would never be moved without begin towed. Everyone was thirsty but persisted in all efforts returning to the wooded area for more supplies. Chimo arrived later with a spade, the message had gotten to him that we were stuck. The simple hand made spade soon broke. It was starting to get late and soon it would be night. Tom and I considered our options we could hike back to the hacienda, we could send an emergency message over our SPOT; we could stay and continue this desperate but apparently futile attempt to move the car. Our main concern was lack of any drinking water. I looked at the muddy pool, around us glistening in the sun with frog egg slime and other life. We also had a plane to catch back to La Paz but that now seemed improbable.

Chimo and Jackie set off on his motorbike to see if they can rally some assistance from any nearby community, We are not optimistic as these small communities consist of several families with not much more than a few farming implements and some fishing equipment. They have no electricity, no cell phones, no tractors or trucks.

They return thrilled as they found a man with a motorbike carrying a load of crop on the back. He could take me back to Reyes the nearest village about a 2-hour ride through the forest and pampas. Chimo could take Tom. We hopped on to make it out before dark. We sorted out our luggage leaving most in the truck and taking only our valuables in our little backpacks. I squeezed in behind Manuel and the load of crop on the back of his bike. He put my backpack on his chest and we all set off. Splashing through the water and wiggling through the mud we waved good-bye to Nelson, Jackie and Pedro wishing them luck. Hoping we would see our luggage again.

The bike swayed and I hung on for dear life. I was told not to put my legs out when we were going to tip, that was his job. The branches smacked my knees, I watched constantly as I needed to duck when passing under larger branches. We stopped to push the bike through really deep mud and water and then get back on the bike. The pathway gave way to a drier dirt road and he sped up. I soon felt my self flying through the air and landed with my leg trapped underneath the fallen bike. We were both tangled in the vines and bushes. I struggled to get my leg untangled from the vine and from underneath the bike. He struggled to lift the bike as he was caught by the backpack. We looked a ridiculous sight and we could only both laugh at our situation as neither of us was hurt. Tom and Chimo who were on a smaller bike caught up with us as we were both getting back on the bike. Tom wondered how I was doing.

“Great” I said, “I love this motorbike thing I think we should get one”

He wasn’t as enthralled. He was on a small bike and as he bounced around his manhood took the beating sliding down towards Chimo he would try and pull himself back.

“Good thing we don’t want kids again” he said.

“Hang on there,” I replied, “only about another hour and we should be in Reyes, then hopefully we can find someone with a car to take us to Rurrenabaque.”

If we looked like we had been dragged through the jungle before we left on our return journey by the time we reached Reyes we now looked like we had been through a war zone. Covered now not only in mud, sweat but now dust, our multiple bug bites all inflamed and swollen.

We arrived back in Rurrenabaque to discover the protestors had shut down the airport, setting tires aflame on the runway. All flights had been cancelled. We can’t help but believe that putting a road through this pristine wilderness would destroy the sloth’s home, bring down the Harpy eagle and Jabiru nests, chase away the monkeys, give the butterflies and other insects no place to hide and our grandchildren Samantha and Jakob would never be able to experience the adventures and thrill of hike through such a biodiversity place on the planet.

Our jungle experience was more than we anticipated or planned!! We went with the locals and struggled through the jungle and pampas along with them. We learnt more than just about the wildlife, fauna and flora we learnt about the people who are born and live their entire lives living off the gift of nature. Please help take care of our planet. It is the only place we have to live.