It was my backpack and me in the passenger compartment. Here the view from the back.
La Balsa to Chachapoyas
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It was my backpack and me in the passenger compartment. Here the view from the back. |
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In Jaen I arrived at one terminal and had to get transportation to another one where the Colectivo to Bagia Grande would gather passengers. As you can see, the transit ride was 'a trip' in its own right. Definitely a unique environment to travel through. Looking at those guys on top of the truck took me back to Afghanistan, where this is very common. Ladies beware, however, there is a dark side to Jaen. A young girl from Switzerland, who I had met in Cuenca, who I met again in Chachapoyas, ended up timing it wrong and stayed a night in Jaen. She and another girl were walking around and a biker came by and snatched her handbag. |
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The next terninal and my mini-bus to Bagua Grande awaits. The driver wore a sleeve just for his left arm, to keep it from getting sunburned. Pretty slick. |
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This driver's mascot. |
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Departing Jaen |
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We crossed the river a couple of times, but not until we were in the open could we finally pass Jesus in his truck. |
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Not all that long a ride, maybe an hour or two, and I was in Bagua Grande |
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My memory is failing me here. I think I had a short ride from one terminal to the next. This one serves what you see on the sign. I do remember that when I arrived a bus was nearly packed and loaded and ready to leave and I was immediately placed on board to start my trip to Chachapoyas. Luck was with me for the whole journey, from getting to Zumba early, because if the rain and travel by 4x4, and for the second day, where a bus was ready to go almost within minutes of my arrival at each terminal. It got me to Chachapoyas with daylight to spare. It was the final vehicle of 10 in two days to get me from Vilcabamba, Ecuador, to Chachapoyas, Peru. |
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