lost in the jungle....

Back in Rurrenbaque you might think i'd have a day of relaxing after the pampas trip but no you'd be wrong. And an example of how i'm also a model of calm and stylish-ness in all situations..
We decided to go for a walk in the jungle up to the top of the nearby mountain that over looked the town, well we couldn't exactly find the right path so after 3 attempts we took one which we thought was correct. we walked for about an hour and by this time my entire t-shirt is soaked through- doug doesn't even look warm.
we are walking along a dry river bed and it seems that the path will curve above our heads and turn back - so in order to take a short cut we begin to climb up the bank of the river bed (proper climbing using both feet and hands, gripping tree roots) at the top i'm even more sweaty and now muddy and even worse there is no path just more jungle. we continue to climb, less steeply now and continue climbing for an hour or so.
Then in one particular risky move i have to jump to catch the nearest tree root cos the ground collasped after doug walked there.... and i grab hold of the biggest insect i've ever seen. its as big as my whole hand, from wrist to finger tips and i totally freak out, but only quietly so that he doesn't think i'm a total wimp. but we look around and we can see no trace of a path or any idea of which direction to go in, so we just have to keep going.
I think i might cry.
After about 40 minutes and a treacherous downhill section we reach the river bed once again- never in all my life have i been so relieved to see a dried up river!!! we wander back into town with me looking like some kind of war victim and get more than a few odd looks as we sit down in a cafe for lunch.