Karagua Christmas visit:

This is the road to the village, photo taken at dawn.

a photo facing the other way, of the village of Karagua

This is a hut in the village.

Basically, the village is one hut deep off of the road...um, basically that means, road, hut, forest.

The rolled up mats (which are very very cool), are for drying Cacao.

The locals:

A teenaged girl in the village. She was the best soccer player there, and took no shit from boys.. as you might be able to tell from this picture.

here is a collection of village kids. The kid on the right kept making all sorts of faces when I was taking his picture. A kid after my own heart.

A smiling village girl. Nice hair.

Her father (and the father of the other girl), who also happens to be the Chief of the village. Nice guy.

Wall drawings from the Chief's house where we stayed. Apparently, we kicked the kids out of thier rooms.

a detail of a bad ass car drawing. I love the siren, and the standing driver.

The trip:

And the next morning we set off. Notice how clean everyone looks.

I've finally started to get the hang of taking forest photos.

how cool is nature? Really. This is awesome.

ooooh. pretty.

ok.. I think you get the idea. Lots of curvy twisty things going on here.

Sunrise in the jungle.

back to taking pictures of details.

and some more details.

and a brand new kind of mushroom.. which we did not eat.

a little fauna. I have some video of a big monkey, but that goes elsewhere... like the video page. Trust me though, it is pretty cool.

Our Guides:

a baka tracker.

all of the trackers lined up. It almost looks like the two in the purple shorts are the same person in two places at once...

and now that one of them is blurred, it looks even more like trick photography.

Oh, and the tallest person in this photo is about 5'3"

At the camp:

at the campsite, Ludo was not macho enough to pick up the pot with his bare hands...like the trackers do. Damn.

Ludo being bitten by something. Anne got bit by something that layed an egg.

The worm crawled out of a giant swolen lump on her leg a few days later.

The most important accesory for jungle tromping. All the pisteurs have them.

I don't, and I want some..but not that many people around here have big feet like I do.

The ride home:

This is the way out of the jungle. This is the DJA river. It is absolutely magnificient.

This is how you get around on the dja. It is a dugout canoe.

Cut, and hollowed from a single tree trunk.

Don't sneeze.

The heart of Darkness.

Happy Campers...

well, they were really happy after it was over, not because they didn't like it, but because it is kinda scary at the same time.

I was about 100 ft from them when I took this picture.

I am so big, I am the only white person in my dugout. Me, the Baka, and the oarsman. I have video of this as well, so stay tuned for groovy movies

the end.