Aquicito- no mas

"It's just right here, no more" seemed to be the theme of my weekend trip to the jungle. I sat with a blank screen here for a while because this was one of those weekend with just too many stories too tell, that all deserve their spotlight when being told. So i chose a good one for you all, i hope you enjoy. Also, lunch today was a first for me- it's worth a glance as well.

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After climbing a ten story tree house to get a panoramic view of the jungle that surrounded us, the four of us asked a man who worked at "La Casa del Arbol" if there was anything near by worth checking out.

This got the guide pretty excited and he told us a few different things we could do. One of which was a short 15 or 20 minute walk down this path to get to this large swing on a bungy- where you can 'swing like tarzan' he told us.

We were very unprepared for a hike, as we just came from breakfast, and were in flip flops, no bug spray, no water, etc. We asked the man if it was really an easy walk and would it really be okay if we went as we were.

He reassured us and said "aquicito- no mas" (it's just right here...no more). We decided, hell lets just go.

The man couldn't go with us and sent a 7 year old boy as our guide. Perfect. The boy jumped a horse 10 minutes into the walk and left the group of us struggling to keep him in sight as to not get lost.

20 minutes into the 'little walk through the jungle' i was knee deep- literally- in mud and couldn't walk. I had my sandles in hand so i wouldn't loose them in the suction of the mud -and since was impossible to keep them on my feet while walking.

The boy on the horse kept leading us farther and farther in the jungle, crossing rivers, passing cows- all sin zapatos. I was hiking without shoes.

45 minutes later we arrived head to toe in mud and saw a the swing. So, it was pretty sweet, and we had our fun on it for a good half or so glidding through the branches like tarzan(a).

As we mentally prepared ourself to head back, the boy jumped back on his horse and continued further into the junge.

"oye! flaco! where are you going?! what about us?! where do we go?!"

"just go back the way you came."

right.

back through rivers, back past the cows, through the knee deep mud and at last to the treehouse.

Needless to say we survived, but ooooh what a trip.

slowly falling in love with ecuador.