IMG_4957.1The flight to Rurrenabaque was a very early morning one and I had serious trouble in getting out of my warm bed I even once considered canceling the plan but pampas balminess beckoned wholeheartedly and the steep price of the ticket sat heavy on my conscience. Sleepily I managed to check out, stumble into the waiting taxi and considered napping but when the early morning glitter of the snow clad Mt Illimani made me feel incredibly alive. I stared at it from my rolled down taxi window and took in deep lungs full of fresh pine scented air.

The El Alto airport stood atop a hill and looked down upon La Paz. It was fantastically provincial for a national capital aerodrome and I stared at cholitas sporting bowler hats and mustaches crowding at the check in counters. A steaming cup of coffee and interesting conversations with a musician fellow traveler helped me pass time at the super boring airport. Just when I had nearly nodded off from monotony, a strange military aircraft rumbled to a stop at the bay in front of us. It was the TAM airplane, which was to ferry us to Rurrenabaque and my heart skipped a beat. Passengers spilled out of it hollow interiors and in spite of all my professional flying years, I felt butterflies in my stomach at the prospect of being airborne in that.

Marty, my new found Aussie musician friend assured me that it was perhaps the safest option ( and only one) and lured me to board it with wild, wild pampas dreams. The boarding process, although delayed was silky smooth and the sturdy plane took off with a terrifying rattle. I prayed silently, glanced around at the other passengers who sat facing each other, knee to knee and found nearly all of them praying/looking around with scared expressions. La Paz soon got left behind and the snowy peaks of La Paz department dazzled outside the windows.

Apart from a few air bumps and at times getting too close to be comfortable to the mountains, the 1 hour flight to Rurrenabaque was as uneventful as possible in a military carrier aircraft. I slept, listened to some music, polished off the sparse TAM breakfast and chatted with Marty. The service was crisp, polite and the minimally efficient crew did not even bother demonstrating any safety skills. Mountains soon melted away and flat land started appearing in huge stretches. We were flying towards the warm and sunny Beni department to visit the Madidi National Park. Although the park fell within La Paz department, the jumping off point for Bolivian Amazon Basin adventures, Rurrenabaque, stood on the banks of the Río Beni in the Beni department.

Lush green Bolivian lowlands came into view shortly and my stomach flipped from fear. South America had a horrible aviation history and combination of it with my military aircraft flight made me extremely nervous. I held my breath as the glistening green tree tops rose up to meet us and nearly cried out in relief when the plane landed on the grassy strip with a thump. We all tumbled out in the bright Rurrenabaque sunshine, relieved to be in one piece and happy to be back in singlets and shorts again.

A sleepy tropical town, Rurrenabaque shot into popularity with international tourists in recent years as an easy gateway to Madidi National Park for Amazon jungle and pampas tours. While the Brazilian part of Amazon rainforest hogs the limelight for its supposedly hardcore “cattle boat and ranch trips”, its actually the Bolivian jungles which are pristine and less touristy. Madidi National Park is one of the most biologically diverse protected areas on the planet and has an incredible variety of fauna. It is home to large populations of Latin America’s most charismatic wildlife species like jaguar, spectacled bear, maned wolf, giant otter, Andean condor, military macaw etc along with the newly discovered an endemic monkey species. It also has over 1000 varieties of avifauna and represents 11% of 9000 bird species in the world. The national park stretches from snow-capped peaks in the Apolobamba range of the Andes to tropical lowland basins of the Amazon. The landscape is incredibly diverse and includes a huge range of ecosystems, from high altitude grasslands, clouds forests, lowland tropical forests and pristine lowland savannas.

After my recent Amboro scare I was not keen on a jungle adventure and happily settled for the pampas tour instead. Moreover endless trawling on the net for comparative reports and blogs, suggested better wildlife spotting chances at the pampas. The animals frequented the pampas to drink water and were more easily spotted there especially in the mornings and evenings. The thick foliage of the jungles hid them from getting easily spotted and since wildlife watching was my priority for the trip I had sacrificed the spectacular Sajama and Noel Kempff National Parks for a Madidi pampas tour.

Rurrenabaque or Rurre as it is lovingly called stole my heart at first sight. Surrounded by dense tropical rainforests, the airport was filled with busy hens and roosters clucking for worms and passengers just walked up to the airstrip to collect their bags and hop off in shared jeeps or buses. A bright sunshine warmed our backs, flowers shone in brilliant colours and it was idyllic as it could get. We also claimed our bags straight from the hold, piled into a shared mini vans and rattled along for 10 minutes down green tree filled dirt tracks. The peaceful, sleepy international village of Rurrenabaque arrived and the charming equal mix of foreign and local residents immediately made us feel at home..

Marty and I decided to explore Rurre together to share costs and we had an amazing time on the cheap. A sensitive talented Polish musician living in Sydney,he was a fun traveler, intelligent conversationalist and enjoyed life in the delightfully laidback Aussie way. We stayed at the Beni hostel overlooking Beni river and thanks to Marty’s infectious happy ways, fell into an easy pattern of pleasant Rurrenabaque days.

Food, music, swimming and conversation filled our days and life had delightfully slowed down. Our days started with big breakfasts of egg pastries and fruit salads from the local market, pizza lunches and dinners at Luna Lounge with a Swiss playboy and Equadorian businessman. Both were incredibly traveled, were notorious gossip mongers and our dinners always stretched past midnights. Sunsets always saw us heading towards Oscar’s swimming pool and we tossed and cursed noisy fireworks bursting Rurrenabaque villagers every night. Rurrenabaque was a charming blend of cosmopolitan and rustic and had local karaoke bars, cafes and shops jostling for space next to international cuisine serving restaurants, music lounges and pubs. Its most popular resident was the mad American banana bread and brownie seller called Ron and he loved sharing goofy conspiracy theories to people who thronged for his baked goodies. Rurre days were good and when on a break from eating and gossiping we used to binge on back to back movies on our laptops, hike up the hills for spectacular sunsets on Rio Rivers and swim under starry skies at Oscar’s swimming pool.

Rurrenabaque was also a mini Israel and nearly all restaurants had menus printed in Hebrew along with English and Spanish. Israelis love traveling, make great travel companions and are well known for their bonhomie attitudes. It rained for a few days thus delaying our planned trip and finally one bright morning after a delicious breakfast of croissants and pastries at the French bakery we set off with a group for the pampas tour. Our agency Fluvial tours was very good and we had a great time with them in the Amazon basin. It took 3 hours of dusty, breathtakingly pristine rural drive to reach the Madidi National Park and another hour in an open boat to reach our jungle lodge. Technically we were heading for the mangrove and brush vegetation filled wetlands which was in the periphery of the Amazon jungles and while the concentration of wild animals living there was no way close to the jungles, it was thrilling enough for us.

It was remote, pristine and was teeming with anacondas, piranhas, caimans (alligator species) and dolphins. Caimans basked with open snouts next to our elbows as we squeezed into tiny cramped mangrove waterways and playful pink dolphins nudged our boats wildly. Monkeys whooped, macaws squawked and giant ant eaters scrambled along the banks. Although un spotted jaguars, porcupines and other endangered animals also frequented there in abundance and we gladly gave the jungle tour amiss. The jungle lodge was wooden, basic with river water showers and built on stilts to avoid wandering snakes, prowling wild animals and caimans.The food was amazingly wholesome and delicious and our guide Max was an experienced friendly man, who was born and bred in the pampas.

The pampas days were primal, captivating and an incredible explosion of sights and sounds. The sunsets used to be always raw and vividly coloured and the pitch dark nights pregnant with animal noises, were filled with fireflies and red eyes of reptiles submerged in water. We spent 4 nights and 5 days there simply unwinding, lazing on the hammock, reading and practicing music at sun sets. It was an easy paced tour unlike the jungle trip and our activities took us swimming, fishing and once anaconda hunting. The first night after dinner we went for caiman spotting and it was a very scary experience. We were sitting cross legged on a very low boat and sailing down a pitch dark river full of glowing red eyes. It was a moonless night and only huge colonies of fireflies along the banks created any illumination. The trees were filled with the glow worms and they formed tunnels of twinkling stars. It was very magical to sail down our own galaxies of millions of twinkling fireflies and they sprinkled stardust into our eyes. Glowing red eyes got soon forgotten as we got lost in our thoughts in the firefly tunnel.

The next dawned cloudy and marred our first pampas sunrise. The sun however shone post breakfast and we spent the whole afternoon tramping the swamps for anacondas. It was hot,muggy and the rain boots provided were mostly too big or broken in. Uncomfortable and apprehensive it was not exactly fun to hunt slimy snakes for hours in the hot sun and mosquitoes with our boots getting stuck in wet squelchy mud. I gave up quickly, made a beeline for a hammock with an ice cold beer and rocked the afternoon away. However thanks to Max others managed to find a baby anaconda coiled peacefully on a tree. Our excited shrieks at seeing the “big bad anaconda” (credits to disgusting Hollywood movie) disturbed its siesta and scared it into immediate hiding, before we could even photograph it.

Piranha hunting was also a big failure. Once again bad Hollywood movies played the spoil sport and upped our horror expectations to no limits. The real innocent fishy looking piranha disappointed us by its normalcy and we dozed on our boats in the afternoon shade while our fishing lines caught a few of supposed to be flesh eating fearsome fishes for dinner. Swimming with the dolphins (and some alligators who were sunning on the banks) however was a lot of fun and Max expertly shepherded us to a dolphin infested area for safety. River dolphins are supposedly very territorial and keep caimans away thus making that area in the river safe for swimming. Even then swimming there took a lot of efforts because the inky dark water revealed nothing and we imagined anacondas, piranhas and caimans lurking underneath. They inhabit the river too and every time the playful dolphins nibbled our toes/nudged us, our hearts pounded with fear. Twilight table tennis sessions, sun set soccer games and rescuing a sloth bear on our way back from the national park made up for the rest of the extra curricular activities and Rurre turned out to be the highlight of my Bolivian trip.

A huge storm followed us back to Rurre cancelling all flights and all of us got stranded till it cleared. The only ATM ran out of cash soon and I seriously considered extending my Bolivian visa. Aerolinas Argentinas however curtly informed that my onward ticket out of Bolivia could not be rescheduled/cancelled and I struggled to get out of Rurrenabaque. Time was running out and torrential rain made road travel nearly impossible. Somehow I managed to barter a flight seat in exchange of hotel stay with a generous Israeli and flew back by Amazonas. It was more expensive, had a smaller aircraft and provided a rougher ride back to La Paz than TAM but I was just in time for my international connection to Cuba.

TRAVEL TIP – Carry loads of white/light colored clothes to avoid mosquitoes, some books, extra cash for beer and room upgrade (perhaps), swimsuit and raincoat. Animals are hard to find and depends on luck and expertise of guide but the sunsets and landscapes are awesome. The experience of finding a caiman under your room in the pampas is unforgettable and in Rurre come prepared with ear plugs for really bad all night loud karaoke sessions and erratic bursts of Chinese crackers especially early in the mornings. The rice crispy covered egg patties found in the local markets are delicious and compliment the absolutely divine maracuya juice and do try Ron’s banana bread and brownies. You can buy cheap white T-shirts and bikinis at the village stores (50 Bolivianos) as well as inexpensive bike rentals. Refund from airlines take 3 months and is a formidable task, so avoiding rescheduling/cancelling makes sense. It is possible to hire a local fishing boat and a fisherman guide to go on week long trips down the virgin and unexplored Yacuma River. However it is necessary to understand the fragility of the area and follow ethical environmental friendly tourism guidelines.

The tiny Amazonas aeroplane

The tiny Amazonas aeroplane

Flew me to the fantastic Rurrenabaque airport

Sat at Rurrenabaque landing strip,

The Coolest airport I have ever seen

And it was the Coolest airport I have ever seen

A 10 minutes drive to Rurrenabaque village

It was only a 10 minutes drive to Rurrenabaque village

It was time for Oscar's Swimming Pool

And I was in time for

And golden sunsets

Oscar’s Swimming Pool sunset

A lovely view of Rurre from Oscar's swimming pool

A lovely view of Rurre from Oscar’s swimming pool was perfect for the evening before the pampas tour

Off to the pampas

Early next morning I set off for the pampas

Through lush green wetlands

We went through lush green wetlands

For some jungle times

And fearsome caimans

Anaconda hunting

For days spent anaconda hunting

Turtle counting

Turtle counting

And swimming with the playful pink dolphins as the alligators and caimans watched

And swimming with the playful pink dolphins

While the caimans and alligators watched

Caimans and alligators watched our pampas days

A bit of after swim sun

And we watched them while sunning on the banks

A perfect evening

Sunset soccer matches

After some relaxing time

And some relaxing time

With friends

With friends

Rurre days were magically happy

Rurre days were magically happy

And easy on the conscience too

And easy on the conscience too

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