As always, it was the innocently looking girls: The first girl is one of the Uros living on the floating islands in Lake Titicaca in Peru. The second girl is one of the Mojenos living in the remote community of … Continue reading
Before I went into the jungle in Bolivia, my biggest fear was of snakes. But then, after a couple of days of wading through the green hell, completely lost, I heard something move in the tree above my head. I … Continue reading
Photographed at Tipnis National Park in Bolivia.
I hate the jungle. Heat, humidity, mosquitoes, mud, piranhas, butterflies, leeches in the water, snakes in the forest, crocodiles on the riverbanks, malaria, dengue fever, yellow fever, no orientation, no views, just trees after trees, from which all kind of crazy … Continue reading
In the village of Buen Pastor which is an arduous one-day march from the last track which can still somehow be navigated by a vehicle, the day begins – in typical Bolivian fashion – with drums. This is the wake-up call for … Continue reading
That’s how you enter: shaved, clean, excited. That’s how you come back after three weeks: with a beard, dirty, exhausted, and only alive thanks to a rifle purchased from an indigenous tribe.
My Bolivian housemate Henry is a computer and telecommunications expert who likes to watch football and drink beer. From time to time though, he says “let’s go into the wilderness” with the spontaneity of someone who wants to play a … Continue reading