The truck taxi took us deep into the rain Forest.......Not! The truck taxi took us about 5 minutes up a track to a road the equivalent to a the jungle M1. Before too much time had elapsed a "National Express"* had picked us up!
*or similar
I can´t remember how much time we spent on the bus but the end of the line was our stop. Karchriburry (check this) It wasn´t until the bus left that we realised that there was nothing there. In the guide books its described as a busy boarder crossing town. Busy it was not. Even the tumble weed had left town.
As we pondered our fate getting wetter by the second and the mud getting deeper around our already smelling throbbing feet. A strange man approached claiming to be a missionary, or at least his wife was (very Monty Python!) There was nothing as the eye could see and no means of getting anywhere soon. The chap despite living in the rain forest for 4 years had no idea about anything or anybody. His stock answer was to ask "ask my wife" who was at that time tending the sick and needy deep in the forest.
Some how we got a booking at a hotel that the crazy man had recommended. It was bliss, with a view of the longest wooden hand build bridge? that had been build across the flooded valley.
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