Six weeks all crammed into a few lines, prepare yourselves...
The private bus journey from La Paz to Rurrenebaque consisted of 18 hours of extreme Bolivian Boy Racing around cliff edges. ´Sit on the left´ is the advice is you want to stare death in the face. Suprisingly only one Questy member hurled, whether this was due to fright, distinct lack of bus suspension or a lunch of sweaty cheese and warm yogurt , remains a mystery. A night in Rurrenebaque, followed by a nicely stable canoe across the river and an hour in the back of a pick up truck; 13 questies, 13 big rucksacks and daysacks, a fair few Bolivians, topped off with wire cables and cement bags, comfort went out the window.
JACQUSI
We got thrown ´head first´ into the deep end; no electric, no running water, interesting toliet, and the much loved "shack". "The shack" as referred to, was to be our home for the following 3 weeks, in which many a memory was shared. The shack however was not just our home, o no, it was also home to huge spiders, a family of bats (that particularly enjoyed playing "who can crap on your head") and Gordon (the resident cockroach).
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