Monkeys and wild pigs and pink dolphins, oh my!
August 22nd 2006 The path was thin and dark and lined with as much noise as I imagine deckhands would make as they booed prisoners marching to the plank. Tumba and I climbed down a steep bank together to cool off in the fast black water of the Rio Beni after a fruitful four-hour traipse through the Bolivian jungle.
Tumba was in the water before I even got my shoes off, splashing the water over himself and makin
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