Well, good. We made it. Quite an intense week just passed for us,on a cargo boat plying the central amazonian riverways of Bolivia. This was NOT a trip set up for tourists, and there were more than a few moments when getting off would have been preferable...had we not been literaly hundreds of kilometers from anywhere resembling a town.. 
Our journey toPeurtoVillaroel was a mission to start with... catching a succession of share taxis (like a bus, but using a car..avoid the front seat where 2 pax are crammed). It took most of the day, but we got there. The town was bigger than we expected (though still tiny) , the river was dirtier than expected, and there were no other foreigners anywhere (as expected). The air was super muggy so the mosquitos were also out and angry, biting us hard. We ate, then escaped to a pokey hostel room where at least the windows were covered in mesh. Our enquiries to the harbour master had revealed that no boats were leaving ina hurry,and to come back tomorrow..
to be continued
Our journey toPeurtoVillaroel was a mission to start with... catching a succession of share taxis (like a bus, but using a car..avoid the front seat where 2 pax are crammed). It took most of the day, but we got there. The town was bigger than we expected (though still tiny) , the river was dirtier than expected, and there were no other foreigners anywhere (as expected). The air was super muggy so the mosquitos were also out and angry, biting us hard. We ate, then escaped to a pokey hostel room where at least the windows were covered in mesh. Our enquiries to the harbour master had revealed that no boats were leaving ina hurry,and to come back tomorrow..
to be continued
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