We caught a few fish and then went north to the graduation. It was raining:
But we had the finest rain gear from the New York Athletic Club circa 1975:
We're off to see the Wizard:
Hats were thrown without regard to their final destinations:
Langston got his pins next to General Patton:
Proud grandmother et al.:
The whole sick crew as Pynchon might say:
I'm pretty sure we are Marching to Pretoria, but maybe I'm wrong about that:
Meanwhile, back in Hoboken, someone is learning to rollerblade:
Soon, we are back in Bolivia. The background is real:
So we dressed up as Ninjas because the instructions for the climbing competition said it was a costumed event:
But it wasn't that type of costume event. Even though Langston got to carry me double the required passage:
It was an Aparapita event so you were supposed to dress up like an Aparapita, obviously, and climb about a dozen routes, run between the route locations, fetch a colored rock way up a hill and cross a river via Tyrolean traverse. Our friend Alex on the Tyrolean traverse, looking way more Arapitian than us:
And flying cows, of course:
The best plane in Bolivia:
Thirty minutes later, we are at the airport in Rurrenabaque:
The control tower in Rurre:
Our boat to Parque Nacional Madidi:
AnnaMaria is ready to roll:
Another view of the boat further up river:
Sunset near our ecolodge:
Back in the boat to go piranha fishing:
Langston looks pensive:
The flower of a ginger tree:
Fishing:
AnnaMaria catches a big one:
Chestnut Fronted Macaw:
Hammock time:
Our accommodations:
AnnaMaria prefers to really swing in her hammock:
A little tubing in the afternoon:
Some tasty mosquito food:
Well, it is a rain forest:
Lunch time:
Family photo:
What's everyone staring at?:
AnnaMaria having a temper tantrum:
Thus endeth our trip to Parque Nacional Madidi.
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