We started the day off at a village that required a little bit of a hike to get to. On the way in, I heard a Jaguar call from the forest. The two Bolivians I was with stopped in their tracks and looked as pale as a Bolivian can look. They proceeded nervously while I eagerly scanned the forest for a glimpse. We made it to the community without an sighting or incident. We stayed long enough to provide medical care and pick up some more grapefruit. Grapefruit, I cannot believe how much grapefruit we ate on this trip. I must have eaten 10-15 a day, maybe more.
Grapefruit, yum
On the river again we got a call over the radio about a pregnant lady on a boat who needed care. We stopped and the doctors saw her then set we out in search of drinking water. We stopped at a spring up on a cliff above the roof of our two story boat. It was only a cliff because of how much the water had dropped. From what I was told, just a few weeks before the spring was reachable from the first level of the boat. This time we had to perform some acrobatics involving filled water bottles being tied to a rope, dangled from a board, and slid to the roof of our boat. The picture below can explain it better than I can.
Gathering water from a spring on a 2 story cliff
Caiman at night
We spent the night at the captain’s father’s farm where we held a culto. His father was a very enthusiastic host and was eager to help in anyway he could. He promised us a cow which was butchered the next morning. That night I went out with the captain and some of the crew on a Caiman/Alligator hunt. Armed with flashlights and a .22, the captain shot two good sized Caiman to add to our food supply.
Tomorrow's Dinner
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