There are slight odds Jess and I have been kidnapped.
Or rather, I mean, we took a bus this morning to Apolo, bordering the Amazon, and most definitely what you would call South Amerian tropical rainforest. Our bus was able to ford a surprising number of washed out sections of the road, as thundering cascades pummled the narrow dirt strip. The road was a gentle scar across the verdant mountains, and I´ll tell all about it later, when we´re not kidnapped.
A friend of ours in La Paz said we should meet her friend Bruno in Apolo. We said sure, and to our surprise someone met us at the bus stop, ferried us to a hospedaje, and now we are going on some jeep tomorrow morning to work at Bruno´s woofing farm. This is, I should state, not something we planned on. It is also as close to being kidnapped as I can attest to, and further developments may include some kind of demands.
We have to get back to La Paz to meet Andrew in a week or so, so our escape has a deadline of some sort, but frankly, we are slightly confused as to how some guy named Bruno turned into our forced working arrangement on a farm in the rain forest.
If no one hears from us in a few days, assume we´re processing coca, and someone call the embassy.
N.
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