Tag: Green Hell
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Hitchin’ Rides
We waited three hours for our next ride. As we hoisted ourselves onto the truck, we noticed a pile of garbage towards the front of the truck bed. As we tried to settle in we smelled it. It was not pleasant. There were rotten bananas and other unnamed, decomposing stuff that should have been thrown…
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Just Dropping In!
Sept 6, 1978 A mission organization from Switzerland, called Helimission, arrived in Bolivia a few months before. Its purpose was to use their helicopter to do mission and humanitarian work. It was a perfect fit in our quest to find the illusive jungle nomads called the Yuqui. No airstrips were needed. We could be let…
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Wilderness Wanderings
Late in the day, we made camp on the bank of a little swamp. As we built a fire to cook rice for our supper, a tapir walked across the road on the other side of the water. Its meat added to our diet would have tasted good, but we had no way to preserve…
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Man-Eating Fish
My fish began flipping its tail, flopping one way and then the other, slowly propelling its body downhill towards the water. I didn’t want to lose it, especially with my hook still in it. I quickly stepped on it; glad I was wearing my old boots that would protect my toes from the predator. When…
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