Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Back to Concepcion Bolivia

A meal in Concepion After completing several days in the forest lugging around adobe brick and cutting down trees for supports we were ready to leave. We all took pictures of our completed task and loaded up the truck for another day on the back of the luggage as we made our way out of the jungle. We had a terrible mishap as we were heading back in the direction of Concepcion when a stray bamboo branch caught the arm of someone riding on the back of the vehicle.

The bamboo here has hooks in it, hooks that aren’t dangerous unless you speed through them in a moving truck. We ended up having to stop in Concepcion and get eleven stitches for our young friend just above the elbow. After all was said and done it seemed like it would be better to just lodge here in Conce where we had stayed before and continue our journey in the morning.

So we spent the next six hours exploring the more rural parts of the town that we hadn’t gotten to see before. We ended up coming across a woodshop that we hadn’t seen before. Since the area is new to electricity they were still using hand tools to hand craft each piece of wood and their creations. They had some incredible stuff that they had hewed out of huge trees and some of the most fine engravings I had ever seen. One of the most impressive parts that we saw was the massive pillars that were to replace the rotting ones in the church in town. They were three foot thick and shaped in a swirling fashion all the way up, they were incredible.

From there we walked down to the river where we watched two young boys catching piranha. They would walk into the water with huge nets and then drag out ten to fifteen at a time. They had several buckets fool and planned on selling them in town. Our Bolivian translator paid them for four of the fish right there on the spot, and we decided to eat them back at the hotel. Strangely enough they taste a lot like the bluegill freshwater fish, not much of an exotic flavor like most expect.

We are heading into the mountains later; our base camp is some three thousand feet above sea level. And we have to pass through a road that used to be called “Death Pass.” What an adventure that is going to be!