Day 13 of  The A to Z  Blogging Challenge

M is for MisahallÍ

Misahualli [pronounced Mee-sa-hwah-yee]  takes you straight into the deep jungle alongside the Napo River,  a tributary to the Amazon  When I was traveling around Ecuador, I met two gringos, a French woman, and a couple–Swiss gal and local guy. Together, we decided to go on a jungle adventure.

This is an excerpt taken from my Ecadorian WIP (work-in-progress).

I saw the flash of a camera and remembered to smile even while I was falling!
Misahualli, in the Amazon jungle

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Antonio found a very long vine, and whipped it over to Joe, “Jungle Boy, you can climb?”

Joe did, pounding his chest. “Me Tarzan.”

I rolled my eyes.

Mark swung next, and then Hector.

“You go now.” Antonio nudged.

I sized up the vines in that area, but they looked dark and tangled.

Our guide took it for granted I was game. “Easy climb. You can do.”

“Noooo…”

Antonio waved me to his side. “I help you.” He unwound a thin but sturdy rope draped around his shoulders, made some thick knots, and pulled them tight. He gave the rope a final cut with his machete then tied it onto the vine. He scuttled up and tied it to the top of the vine, then easily swung down. “Easy, now you do.”

It took some convincing to get me to buy into this crazy plan. He took my foot and placed it on the first oversized knot. Then he took my hand and gave me a boost up.

“Antonio, no…maybe Marie wants to climb. I’m no Jungle Jane.”

Marie shook her head and backed away. Everyone watched, fascinated.

I cracked under the pressure. There was no choice but to climb it now.

I took the rope in my hands one last time, wrapped it around my wrists and inched up. Both hands trembled. I can do this. The closer I got toward the top of the vine, the dimmer the light. It disappeared into the branches of the trees. “You Tarzan, Me…”

Before I could get the words ‘Jungle Jane’ out, I started to slip. Where is that knot? I fumbled. Caught myself. Tried to feel for the knot again without letting go. Come on! Where is that knot? I missed the knot, and felt my grip slip and me, along with it. “Ow…I’m falling. Help!”

I slid the whole way down. With a thud, I hit the ground.

Antonio raced to my side. He sounded anxious. “You okay?”

My hands, skinned and red from rope-burn, my knee, and my behind all throbbed. I wanted to cry. But didn’t I come to the jungle for adventure? “Yes, I…I think I’m okay.”

When have you been talked into doing something you didn’t feel comfortable doing? What was the result?

You have just read, “M is for Misahualli,”by Amy L. Bovaird. Copyright April 15, 2015. You can see who else is participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge HERE.

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8 thoughts on “M is for Misahualli

  • April 16, 2015 at 10:37 am
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    Love this post. Having never read anything you have written before, I started reading the conversation at the beginning and thought at first it was a poem. Do you see what I mean? Very lyrical and flowing.

  • April 16, 2015 at 12:04 pm
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    Hey Jungle Jane,

    That was a great story. What happened next? Did you try again? One time, as a teenager, I was talked into climbing up a cliff on an island in the Magothy River near my home. The face of the cliff was mostly clay and had some holes where you could use to help climb. I scaled about 25 feet up the cliff and got stuck. I couldn’t go up and I couldn’t come down. So after getting my nerve up, I let go and slid down the cliff. After crash landing onto the beach, you could see the trail of scratch marks on the face of the cliff from my fingers digging into it as I fell. It slowed me down and I only had some cuts and bruises. I loved that island. It was called Dutch Ship Island. We used to canoe out there.

    Matt

  • April 16, 2015 at 12:47 pm
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    Hi Matt,
    What a brave thing to do and that is pretty scary! s5 feet up! As teenagers, though, we seem to take things in stride and “after getting our nerve up,” we just do whatever is most expedient. What a tale! Sounds like a very cool island! See? M. You could have written this post for today if you were part of this challenge! PS My post was longer and included 3 more tidbits but I felt pity for the reader so I cut it down. 😀
    Amy

  • April 16, 2015 at 12:49 pm
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    Dear That’s Purrfect,
    So glad you enjoyed it! I had to look back to the post to see what you meant and yes, it does seem like poetry in the beginning! LOL. It’s part of a memoir that I’m writing about Ecuador.
    Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting!
    Amy

  • April 17, 2015 at 9:18 pm
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    This sounds like a wild experience. Looking forward to the book. Hope to review it like I did Mobility Matters, as soon as it’s ready.

  • April 18, 2015 at 2:11 am
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    Thanks, Kerry. It’s almost done! It’s a smaller book just about Ecuador. I did a lot of work on it late last year. In addition to a larger book containing all my major travel essays, I plan to have more detailed books based on the country. I would love for you to review it when it’s done!
    Amy

  • April 19, 2015 at 12:21 am
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    Good story! Took me right to the jungle with you. (Tho I could have lived without the rope burn. lol)

  • April 19, 2015 at 3:09 am
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    Thank you, dSavvanah!
    Glad you enjoyed it!
    Amy

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