The boat pulled up, we got as far as they could take us.
The notes that I took directed us to a field where we would find a trail that would leed us deep through the dark jungle to the Abuelos house.
The time was shortly after sun set and darkness was growing and a storm was brewing.
The sound of thunder roaring could be heard as we made our way to the trail.
Darkness soon came, the sound of thouder was above us and it started to rain.
The rain was heavey and the trail was soon flooded knee high.
It became darker and we were slipping and sliding, being sweulow and swept.
Here we were, a Gringo and a Ethiopian carrying food supplied for a few, kit plus equipment and a guitar. Though between the two of us we only had one touch which was a dim light on the back of a cheap 10 for $1 lighter.
The trail which was now a swamp sucked up one of Rakias sandles, we laughed.
We had mixed mind about the the trail.
At this stage we weren't sure if we were on it at all and we still had a fair bit to go.
We came across a old worned down wooden bridge that stretched across certain parts of the trail.
It was clear to see that the bridge was made for days like these.
The bridge showed sovior signs of wear and tear.
It was old, butterd, rotten and walking on it was testing fate.
Some parts were broken, some parts were under water, some parts had fungus growing on it,and some part had long rusty nail patruding it. Some parts were dangerous slippery to walk on, some parts we would take turns crossing and other parts we would be in the water.
Everything was alive.
Everything moved.
Sound and noise came from all 360 and in every depth.
Some sounds sounded like old witchese laughter and others sound sounded like buzzing helicoptes.
There would be bugs with glowing dots on it's shell which seemed like watching eyes.
The mosquitoes were having a feast.
The trail split.
One trail led direct and the other vierd off to the side.
Nothing about this in my notes.
With the flip of a coin we made a choice and soon after we saw a glow in the distance.
We had arrived.
- Amazon Jungle, October 2016.
