Most definately Not a jungle girl

We found ourselves in Villa Tunari and were disappointed to find that being the end of the dry season the rivers were too low to travel far up stream but we were told that if we went further into the jungle it would be possible to hire a canoe for the day.
We set off after a late start (Ursula is a vegan and in a world of fried chicken and unidentifiable meat soups it is often difficult to find a meal- even for breafast! To the question do you have anything without meat the answer is often yes, we have chicken followed by yes, we have fish to which she will patiently explain (much to my stifled giggles) meat is something that has not been on a living animal!), the journey which was probably only 25miles took close to two hours before we arrived at Puerto San Francisco and in search of a canoe and guide.
We soon realised that arriving at 3.30pm is not good for organizing a trip that day and our friendly local (soon to be guide) suggested that we camp in his garden. Well, not actually his garden but in a tent in a treehouse type structure in his garden- "sleep in a den we thought?", we couldn't wait. We agreed and also arranged a half day trip in his boat for tommorrow then went to find the nearest bar and spent the rest of the evening trying to understand incomprehensible drunk Bolivians trying their luck- but at least the beer was cold. we slept well but discovered that we seemed to be the delicacy forthe resident insects and both awoke with many bites (despite almost bathing in insect repellent).
Our guide served us breakfast but had clearly not understood the concept of veganism and gave us plates of cheese and eggs (!) and did sem to be a few slices short of a loaf but nice enough. We set off late but soon arrived at the destination for our 'jungle walk'- this jungle walk lasted about 30 minutes (out of 3 hours) due to the unbelieveable number of mosquito's. We were both particularly girly and asked to return to the boat very quickly.
Back on the boat the mosi population decreased to something more like acceptable and we began to enjoy floating down the river, looking at the birds and flowers in total peace and quiet. The sun was shining, yes we both got a bit pink! and it ws fun to negioate the various obstacles that faced us, such as broken trees blocking the river, rapids- which we were going up and very shallow stretches.
Early afternoon we reached our final destination- a natural swimming pool where the brown water was clearer than it had been all day. We stopped, had a swim, watched the local children playing and whilst their mothers washed clothes inthe river and then relaxed on the bank eating pineapple our guide had just picked for us (let me tell you it doesn't even compare to anyting you can get at home) then we floated back down stream and back to Puerto San Francisco for the long bumpy taxi ride back to Villa Tunari to collect the rest of our possesions and sleep in real beds.