In a recent and much publicized case, an innocent Japanese tourist who failed to stop was shot dead by G.C. sentries who assumed he must be a drug smuggler. On arrival at the lodge, we were met by Sam, who stood barefooted next to the steps rising from the dock up thirty feet or more to the compound. We were shown to our bungalow to rest a bit before lunch. The bungalows are Spartan, but comfortable enough. The windows are screened to allow the flow of air while restricting insects.
Mosquito netting covers each bed.
As on all of these treks, Sam cautioned us to keep as quiet as possible, but whenever she wasn't pointing out blue Morpho butterflies, red huasai roots, various animal tracks and quinine, Brazil Nut or rubber trees, then someone was asking Sam a question. We hardly saw any wildlife on these walks. It was all still very educational and enjoyable, but you do have to like mud. A pet peccary and two macaws enliven the compound between excursions, and there is plenty of time to get acquainted with the human visitors. There were only six of the latter when I was there, but the compound could handle about twenty.