Leaving the rose gardens at Sandillani, we made our final descent to the muddy village of Chairo, hoping to find a jeep to take us into Coroico, where we would rest for a couple of days.

Cartoon-character soundtracks played as we walked the jungle pathway. The birds were out in full-force that morning, calling their bird-buddies over to each others tree tops. Brilliant blue butterflies, the size of my hand, flitted from flower to flower, and mysterious creatures crashed around in the underbrush.

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