Weather: Boiling, scorching... and humid
Mosquitoes: I´ve acclimatised and stopped counting.
In our last morning trek we found some macaws, having a very noisy argument up at the top of a tree. You could barely see them, but could certainly hear them, oddly they sound a bit like the french agrics. Jimmy played with his machete for a bit and made the enthused tourists a jungle tarzan swing, out of one of the vines, amazing fun. We then used a very long stick to shake some odd forest fruit out of the top of a tree, and returned to camp laden with gifts for the cook.
Sadly then it was time to return to civilisation. We headed off down the fast flowing river (on another highly motorised canoe). The currents here are really odd, and seem to flow in all directions. In an odd move towards health and safety we are all made to wear life jackets. On the way back Jimmy takes us to an island full of butterflies, and a cliff face covered in macaws (all having noisy French arguments).
We arrive back in the middle of the afternoon, which pretty much brings this journal up to date. I am sitting in a tiny Internet cafe in the middle of a jungle town, intermittently swatting mosquitoes off the keyboard, and wishing I could find my glasses.
Tomorrow I have another terrifying flight booked back to La Paz.
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