Tag: travel
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A Truck Load of Sunshine
Four girls stood together on the the far side of the table from me. To none of us in particular one blurted out, “I love you!” Then, all burst into gales of laughter. The phrase was probably the only English they knew. They probably learned it from American movies played at theaters and on TV…
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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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We Found Indians
I glance at Tibaquete. Anxiety stares from his eyes too, but for different reasons. Flying above the trees is not his element. He belongs beneath the leaves, a Yuqui Indian needing neither compass nor roadmap to go and return. As we bank into a tight turn his fingers dig into my knee in fear. I…
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Well, Slither Me Timbers
Near the mouth of the river, the waters of the Rio Hediondo backed up into the surrounding jungle. There was a big pool of swamp-looking water off to our left. In the middle of it was a fallen tree with branches stretched heavenward as if beseeching a greater power to pull it from its watery…
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Kitty, Kitty, Nice Kitty!
Dun was the first to spot a large jaguar, standing in the open, on the trunk of a big tree that was toppled and swallowed by the river months before. When the tree fell, the angry waters had stripped all the leaves and bark from the trunk and branches. The weathered grey color of the…
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Homeward Bound
It was noon when we arrived, and Wally Pouncy already had a meal prepared for us. After eating, we dismantled the camp, loaded our gear into the trailer and headed for the sawmill. Wally was driving and when we got to the river, he eased it down the bank and into the water. As it…
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And Solitaire’s The Only Game In Town. . .
I did not know where communication broke down, but our best laid plans went quickly up in smoke! All our smog making stuff was thrown on the fire prematurely. There was lots of black pollution spiraling upwards, but the plane was still too far away for the pilot to see it. We kept the fires…
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Snake In The Grass
Later in the morning, I was writing letters at our crude table when I heard the rustle of leaves. Something was making quite a stir in the weeds in front of me. All of a sudden a little frog broke clear from the grass and started making tracks towards me. Had it not been sprinkling…
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