Part of my Chaco crew at Emily's place a few weeks ago. Wes, Mike, Gina, Me (and Leona), Anna and Emily.
On our way to the "airport" in Camiri. We found out after dinner (and for me, after a bottle of wine) that we had to go. It's just starting to sink in.
Gina, me, Wesley ... walking through the Camiri blockade with luggage!
Still going ... we were told the airport was on the other side. So we asked a few people if we could walk there.
Where?
To the airport.
The airport?
Yeah, sure, you can walk there. But no one really flies out of there. There's no plane.
One will come (we hope).
Baggage check? After walking for 20 min on a dirt road.
Waiting for our flight. Some very cool birds flying around but no sign of a plane.
The lone air traffic controller, who was actually using morse code to communicate. Sooo cool.
The waiting room is a lot dirtier than it looks -- we didn't want to sit!
Our chariot arrives!
Umm .. are we going to fit?
Airport security.
Airport tax. (pretty sure the guy upstairs just wanted to get some lunch, but who knows)
Gina the co-pilot.
Me, in flight. Trust me when I say I was not smiling after two hours of turbulence, dips and drops.
Wes, eager to get to Cochabamba. Emily and I are snuggled together because we were freezing, and in the event, would have to share the lone barf bag. It has been a long, long day. I will not know anything more until Monday, but for now we're fine, uncertain, bored. And my tummy is still recovering.
** Photos courtesy of Emily Rupp, as my camera broke about two weeks ago. **
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