Motocycleta y Lluvia

Today might have been the most ridiculous adventure of the past week. We decided to look for more rivers, so we rode a motorcyle an hour down a highway that goes deeper into the jungle. We found a town called Pucamayo, walked and walked until we found barbed wire and a small gate that led to a small hill that oversees a river. The river is so low from the lack of rain, that we crossed it with the water only coming up to our knees, and we found a tiny island, the width of a house, and there were hudreds of tiny neon colored butterflies. We spent along time swimming around it and seeing how far we could go before we got scared of snakes or anything else that we couldnt see. By the time we decided to leave, there were three big bulls with sharp horns waiting for us, and watching us, protecting the baby bull that was walking around. We tried to walk up the small hill in silence so that they wouldn{t notice us, but all of a sudden, they began to charge at us. (the attack, if it had been successful, was vicious and uncalled for). We had no where else to go, but to jump in the river.
Franca´s shoe got stuck in the mud on the run down, so she tripped and more like flew into the river, but we did not know the detail about the shoe, we just though she jumped, so we jumped in after her, with all our clothes and backpacks. ..
We waited in the river while the bulls made angry grunts and kicked their hooves against the mud as it flung in the air. Finally, after what seemed like a long time, some brave men from the town we thought was unpopulated, and scarred off the bulls, while we climbed under the barbed wire, to the safety of a rickety motorcycle, one less shoe.

When we returned to our little metropolis, we were set up with yet another neighbor´s dashing son, who took Franca and I on a motorcycle ride through empty beautiful roads. It began to rain very heavily, but there was no where to go, because it was just an open road. I drank the water off of my hair, mostly because there was nothing else to do, and because the rain here tastes sweet.