The Cloudy Magical Transporter
Rurrenabaque, Jose Ballivian, Bolivia
We boarded our plane to Rurrenabaque which was by far the smallest plane I've ever been in. Single seat, isle, then single seat. We took off fairly fine in good conditions then ascended to above the mountains and clouds. The views of all the mountain ranges were pretty amazing but after about 10 minutes we hit cloud and the visibility dropped to nothing. About 15 minutes later the cloud started to disburse to reveal green jungle as far as the eye could see with the murky river winding through it. It was amazing to see snow-capped mountains and barren land and within 15 minutes feel like suddenly we were in the middle of the jungle, like a cloudy magical transporter. The sky seemed grey and rainy as we started to descend which gave us a lot of turbulence. Dyson started to get his sweat on but before we knew it we had landed. Not too bad of a landing apart from what felt like the 'need for speed' drift the pilot pulled off. The airport was basically someone's old house, no customs, no control, just walk straight through the 'airport' (about 8 paces) and you were outside. The humidity instantly hit me and my hands clammed up within about 20 seconds. We took the shuttle bus to town, found and confirmed our tour with our agency and found our hostel all within about 20 minutes. Rurrenabaque wasn't a big place, just a couple of blocks filled with touristy shops and bars accompanied with hundreds of people buzzing around on motorbikes. I can honestly say there must have been about 100 bikes for every four wheeled vehicle I saw. We checked in and went for a wonder. We'd already seen the majority of the town so this didn't take long. We capped off the night by having a meal, a few drinks and couple of games of pool at the mosquito bar.