Grand Member (5 years)
Joined: May 01, 2007
|Posted: 2007-08-27 09:59 am  Permalink|
On 2007-08-22 13:56, Jungle Trader wrote:
Hey Gnomon, anymore stories of your jungle experience? I dig 'em.
"Midnight in Ethiopa" by Rico is one of my all time fave instrumentals. Listen to it loud with herb.....or not.
Lots. The aforementioned month in the upper Amazon basin was my only truly jungle trip. Living in Bogotá, there was also the periodic weekend excursion to tierra caliente which is jungle-like. Most people would think of that as jungle from the lush foliage.
The true jungle also has its share of lush foliage, especially, close to the rivers, but a lot of it consists of huge trees that shoot up a couple hundred feet with all of their foliage up there in the canopy, where they can get sunlight. Anyway, my month in the jungle was two weeks going downstream (el Caquetá) in a giant dugout canoe with dual outboard motors; then two weeks chugging upstream (el Putumayo) in a covered cargo boat.
Being that the transportation was provided by Comerciantes (Jungle Traders), besides stopping overnight tying up to trees along the river banks in the middle of nowhere, we'd lay up for a couple of days here and there when we came to a village where the Comerciante did trading business. We'd find out how much time we had to explore (usually 1 – 2 days), then my friends and I would head out into the surrounding countryside, which was sometimes jungle farmland, otherwise, just jungle. Almost got lost a couple of times. When you get out into the tall trees sometimes all directions look the same, plus it's hard to gauge where you are by the sun, which is just a broad glow up above the canopy.
Each day was an adventure. Some days moreso than others.
As for "Midnight in Ethiopia," listen to it loud with or without herb, or listen to it with herb loud or not loud?
Joined: Jan 04, 2003
From: Trader's Jungle Outpost, Turlock, Ca.
|Posted: 2007-09-01 10:03 am  Permalink|
come on, how about stories of near death, ya' know, jaguars, panthers, hallucinogenic vines, poisonous frogs, giant anteaters with tremendously huge claws, man-eating ants, footrot, hostile natives, etc.................huh? forget reggae, I'm derailing ben's thread.
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Grand Member (5 years)
Joined: May 01, 2007
|Posted: 2007-09-04 09:55 am  Permalink|
I've lost more Frisbees in the jungle than most people have ever owned. It's immediate heartbreak. You see the thing headed in the direction of the water and you get the sense it might be uncatchable and go in. Everyone takes off for it in hopes that it will hang in a tree before it drops, but then you get there just in time to watch it sink beneth the surface of the muddy river. Way upstream there's some hope; where the rapids are and the waters are clear. But when you get down into the real jungle river, it's all muddy. No way anyone is stupid enough to jump in after a Frisbee in waters that aren't recognized by the locals as safe to swim. If they do not go into the water, gringos don't go into the water. Losing a Frisbee is traumatic. Transporting it all that distance from the US, great memories of fantastic throws, then it's gone in a flash.
Anyway, at one village where we lost a Frisbee we stayed for a couple of days and the first day went out exploring. A couple of places along a river road that extended along what I guess you'd call pasture, we'd find these big holes in the ground that ran underneath the pasture. Obviously, they were entrances to some burrowing animals home. We were curious as to what animal lived there so, in keeping with our habit of disturbing the wildlife for the sake of enlightenment, we pushed long sticks down into the holes to see what would come out, if anything. We all carried peinillas (Spanish for comb. It's what the bandoleros used to call their machetes...for when they parted the hair of their enemies). We hoped to never need to use them for defense, but we had them if that ever happened. Nothing ever popped out of the holes. We then continued out past the pastures into some of the forest.
Later when we returned to the village, everyone was celebrating. There lying dead, stretched out in the main street was a 40-50 foot anaconda, the one that lived in the holes we were probing. Ooops! Lucky us! Kinda of took the edge off the bummer of losing a Frisbee. As it turns out, that serpent had been wreaking havoc making off with village cattle from time to time. It is a big deal getting cattle into those remote farms in the first place. They have to be brought in by dugout canoe, so you can imagine how determined the villagers were to catch the thing. Its head was over a foot long and it was about a foot in diameter at its largest spot. We were quite relieved. Especially, since we'd scoped out a campsite not far from one of those big holes.
OK, other than the fact that some of the people we met didn't like foreigners and would just as soon whack you and toss you in the river where you'd never be seen again, that's as close to any near death experience I had in the jungle, at least that I know about. The jungle has a thousand eyes.
[ This Message was edited by: The Gnomon 2007-09-04 12:50 ]
Joined: Jul 18, 2010
From: Las Vegas
|Posted: 2013-02-25 9:07 pm  Permalink|
Saw the name Oshen posted here
The wife and I ran into him on one of our Oahu trips
Funny part is that I was listening to him on my I-phone when we saw him...
Worst sound ever, slurp of an empty tiki mug through my straw!!!
Joined: May 12, 2004
From: "I've chopped my way through real jungle
|Posted: 2013-02-26 4:26 pm  Permalink|
I used to really dislike reggae....well, maybe "dislike" is too strong a work...perhaps "indifferent" would be a better word. Though I like the bass parts, that was about all I liked about the genre. (I also felt the same way about surf...like the sound of a twangy guitar with reverb, but overall....not for me.)
Anyway, I always figured I would really, really dislike Jawaiian music...but found myself actually liking it more and more.
"yer jus not tuned into the series of tubes yet, let it soak in".