Blogs from Parque Ambue Ari, Santa Cruz Department, Bolivia, South America

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The parque was primarily home to cats, with six jaguars, four ocelots, fifteen pumas and a Brazilian wild cat. However they had howler monkeys, a night monkey and a squirrel monkey. Their bird populace included pios, parabas, parrots, macaws and toucans. Sprinkled in for good measure was a tapir, a deer and tortoises. And that's just the animals the parque officially took care of, with no thought of the amazing array of wild animals living on parque lands - including the biggest tarantulas you could ever hope to see! I came out the other end having been bitten by a jaguar, a spider, a toucan, dozens of ants and millions of mosquitoes. But for the most part, I dealt with a select few animals. Ru The fist week or so at Parque Ambue Ari for me ... read more
Ru and Me
Walking Rupi
Me and Rupi


Mornings Life began at 6:30AM with a knock on our dorm room door and the knocker saying “good morning” in their cheeriest voice. Gado and Sebastian were the only two people on wake up duty whilst we were there. It was a job that sucked because you had to get up at 6:25 but it had the benefit of being your only daily task. Usually I would lie in until 7AM before getting up to do my weekly task. Weekly tasks went from 7AM until 7:30 and were such jobs as cutting up fruit and veg for Herbie or the birds, cleaning out the aviaries or, my personal favourite, digging drainage ditches. Weekly tasks were rotated each Sunday. From 7:30 until 8AM you had your daily task to do and these were such jobs as cleaning ... read more
The greatest carrot
The shower block
The Dining Hall


Inti Wara Yassi Leaving Santa Cruz on a 7AM bus, we saw the first car smash of our trip on the outskirts of town. A truck had smashed head first in to a bus and the wreckage implied that neither driver had escaped with their life. Otherwise, the trip to Guarayos was a hot, sweaty affair and we arrived around 12:30ish. We went for a feed at a restaurant directly opposite the bus station where the middle-aged waitress took our expectations for Bolivian service to new lows. We ordered food, a bottle of coke, used the toilet (it didn´t flush and so had a couple of “presents” sitting in it), ate, paid and left. She treated us as though we had come in, spat in her face and called her a whore. We returned to the ... read more




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