Welcome to the Jungle

I leave the country for a week and the Archers reunite. Figures.

Just back from GUYANA. That's in South America. Most boss. Filming and fishing and generally soaking up the local steez. Always prone to hyperbole, but possibly one of the coolest things I've ever done. Pulled three all nighters, missed a lot of connections, lost some baggage, but no complaints. The state department advises you not go there, "indiscriminate shootings" and "rampant disease" being two chief reasons, we found nothings but good times and scenery that devours film. Thank you Guyana.

Packing was problematic:



We landed at 2:00AM, flipped out the gear, powered up, and drove straight here, the Ogle airstrip, flight to Annai, xfer to Rockview lodge.



The accommodations at Rockview, run by a jolly Brit named Colin. He's 45 years in country, has sired the village.




Transfer to the put in after breakfast, Rupununi river.



Our guides, Ashley and Gilbert.



My hut mates, Oliver (pro angler / lodge owner out of the Bahamas) and Blake (DP). They went local native, no showers, full musk.




Arrival at Rewa village, 3 hours from Rockview via float.




Immediately tramped to Grass Pond, mile hump through the jungle. Pristine fishery. Man eating lily pads.



Oliver's first peacock on fly. He got some 8 pounders. He can also throw a lure 115 feet on the nose. Unmanned by this.




My first boated fish, guide called it a Purri. Not sure if that's right. It had teeth.



Oliver from the dugout.



My first peacock. Beautiful fish.



Oliver handlining for Arapaima.




The guides bow-fished for these, dinner.



Sunset on grass pond, the jungle tramp was via headlamp.



Piranha bones.




Transfer back to the river with new additions. These guys were pro birding guides, had just finished a seven day paddle, welcomed the lift.



Re supplied. Magic mushrooms.



Karanambo lodge.




My first Payara at Simoni Lake. Guide wouldn't let me near it.





Cabin frog, my clothes.



Piranha.



Ride home to Karanambo, sunset.




The white Al, in repose with war club.



More lukanani.



Gian river otters.



Hijinks around the dinner table. Salvador, pictured, lived next to us in Williamsburg, once.



Our ride, a '62 Land Rover.



Plane out of Karanambo. 6 seater.






And our lodge in Georgetown, Cara House. Slept all of two hours here in two nights.





Genius trip. Bushed, both meanings. So pleased to home with my girls. Footage to follow, this one will be years in the making maybe. Lovely country, get there.

Beav birthday pics and Rainbug video in moments.