|View of the Rio Shiripuno from our Day 3 camp.|
Like that time in Ecuador...
|Maybe we should have paddled faster...|
|We could've used a blowgun to break up the battle|
on the bridge - but we didn't need to. This time.
We couldn't even call for roadside assistance, like this guy.
We had to change our own tires! And there was no cold beer waiting for us!
Ricardo put the pedal to the metal, and drove as fast as he could and still be safe on the dirt roads – and not lose another tire, since we had no more spares and another flat would doom us. Not that we weren’t already starting to feel a bit put upon…
Where was a jungle traffic cop when you needed him?
|Hmmm, we might be sleeping another night in tents.|
Not every trip into the Huaorani jungle ends like ours. Mostly, they're more like this.