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fter a long drive down the mountains, we arrived at the jungle town of Puyo. There isn´t much in Puyo, just a transportation hub to the further reaches of the jungles. After happening upon a toucan in town, sorry mom, we made a hat out of it and donned Laura the queen of toucan hats. We are limited on time with the car shipment, so we were only able to hit up the jungle for a couple of days. Our guide was straight out of a book, long black hair, knife bigger than my arm, and the vest to go with it. The other guides call him Rambo. He said he was old enough to be our parent, so we decided with the long hair that he was our Mama Rambo, thus no longer Augusto. He was a great guide, showing us the supermarket of the jungle. He showed us how to break open plants that taste like lemon to find ants for a little snack. Laura stuck her hand on a termite mound and we sampled the termites as well.
He painted our faces with natural dies, and gave Laura enough jewelery from the jungle to make her his special lady friend.
The route was muddy and wet, and for some reason, maybe the alignment of the moon, but I had no balance. Luckily my camera never ended up in the mud. We hiked up to a waterfall where we took a little swim with some locals.
In the afternoon, we took a little stroll down the river in the canoe, didn´t help my confidence when we got stuck on the bottom and the guide told me to get out and help push because we were too heavy! We got to see some local kids fishing in the river as we headed down.
The afternoon was tranquilo, the way Mama Rambo likes it, we basically hamucked for a few hours, and taught Rambo how to sack the hacki.
When the power went out we played cards (Ecuadorian game Cuarenta) by candle light.
We learned some euphemisms like hijo de papaya (son of a papaya), and chucha mango (shit of the mango). The next morning we headed back into the jungle for another walk.
We sampled fruits, found intoxicating scents (if it is from the jungle it isn´t a drug!), and waded (up to our pelotas) up the river to a hidden waterfall.
Afterwards we hit up a local indigenous town where we practiced our blow darting, Laura was the only one to hit the target, but I am just happy no one accidentally sucked in.
The tour was great, and we will miss Mama Rambo, but it is time to head back to the sierra for a little more time in Quito, hopefully we won´t get robbed this time
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fter a long drive down the mountains, we arrived at the jungle town of Puyo. There isn´t much in Puyo, just a transportation hub to the further reaches of the jungles. After happening upon a toucan in town, sorry mom, we made a hat out of it and donned Laura the queen of toucan hats. We are limited on time with the car shipment, so we were only able to hit up the jungle for a couple of days. Our guide was straight out of a book, long black hair, knife bigger than my arm, and the vest to go with it. The other guides call him Rambo. He said he was old enough to be our parent, so we decided with the long hair that he was our Mama Rambo, thus no longer Augusto. He was a great guide, showing us the supermarket of the jungle. He showed us how to break open plants that taste like lemon to find ants for a little snack. Laura stuck her hand on a termite mound and we sampled the termites as well.
He painted our faces with natural dies, and gave Laura enough jewelery from the jungle to make her his special lady friend.
The route was muddy and wet, and for some reason, maybe the alignment of the moon, but I had no balance. Luckily my camera never ended up in the mud. We hiked up to a waterfall where we took a little swim with some locals.
In the afternoon, we took a little stroll down the river in the canoe, didn´t help my confidence when we got stuck on the bottom and the guide told me to get out and help push because we were too heavy! We got to see some local kids fishing in the river as we headed down.
The afternoon was tranquilo, the way Mama Rambo likes it, we basically hamucked for a few hours, and taught Rambo how to sack the hacki.
When the power went out we played cards (Ecuadorian game Cuarenta) by candle light.
We learned some euphemisms like hijo de papaya (son of a papaya), and chucha mango (shit of the mango). The next morning we headed back into the jungle for another walk.
We sampled fruits, found intoxicating scents (if it is from the jungle it isn´t a drug!), and waded (up to our pelotas) up the river to a hidden waterfall.
Afterwards we hit up a local indigenous town where we practiced our blow darting, Laura was the only one to hit the target, but I am just happy no one accidentally sucked in.
The tour was great, and we will miss Mama Rambo, but it is time to head back to the sierra for a little more time in Quito, hopefully we won´t get robbed this time
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