Nos sentimos observados. Dos adolescentes con cadenas de oro se ríen al mirarnos. Una mujer de melena negra nos llama, su hijo no deja de gritar “¡ahí vienen los británicos!”. Su voz de megáfono nos asusta y nos guarecemos bajo la sombra de un cartel que cuelga de un solo clavo oxidado. ¿Qué hemos hecho? …
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On the 1st October we were in Guasipati, Venezuela, with Jose Maria Emazabel School and over 80 children and their teachers… fantastic to be chatting about the amazing wild places in this country, including these wonderful birds.. check out this video- 5 incredible beaks on 5 incredible birds!!! Each beak is Unique!
Imagine, running through some of the shadiest, crime-ridden towns you could ever envisage. Your heart´s beating, your eyes are straining, your feet won´t power quick enough, waiting for the moment…. But somehow you get through…to the other side and you find extraordinary people. In a country with a reputation of violence and crime you find the greatest warmth you could …
Eyes follow us. Two gold-chained teenagers smirk. A black-maned woman beckons to us, her son screams over and over, “Here come the Britanicos”. We wince under his megaphone words and hide in a shred of dark shade under a sign, hanging, just, by one rusted nail. What have we done? Welcome to KM 88, the …
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Cada ítem que ponemos en el carrito (que venimos empujando por más de 5000 millas en la nieve, lluvias torrenciales, barro pantanoso) es crucial. No puede ser de otra manera. Cada objeto superfluo implica más demandas para nuestras rodillas, nuestras articulaciones, nuestra espalda. Especialmente escalando los Andes, o ahora, en la cuenca del Amazonas, corriendo …
Un río de sudor corre por mi pecho. A la distancia, el rugir de los truenos desata la orquesta del Amazonas. Grillos, chicharras y saltamontes chillan con anticipación desesperada. Un par de tucanes pechiblancos aúllan desde sus perchas entre las ramas. Tres pihas gritonas se suman en un crescendo, escondidas en el entramado verde. La …
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A trickle of sweat runs down my chest. Distant rumbles of thunder trigger an Amazon orchestra. Crickets, cicadas and grasshoppers whine in desperate anticipation. A pair of white-throated toucans yelp in their lofty perches above the canopy. Three screaming piha birds join the crescendo from their skulking perches in the green latticework. The forest is …
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From the very South to the North of continental South America we have been in the company of parrots. Watching them preening, screaming over our heads, excavating nests or apparently checking us out on ´ fly-bys´ has just been amazing. They never cease to brighten us up and remind us how amazing this wild planet …
Yesterday I was at a really low ebb. We had run nearly 18 miles and the thought of the next four we planned to run was just hideous. Sweat was pouring off my limbs, my feet felt jarred and knees hot and sore. My chin was heading for the floor as I ran curled up, …
We were told not to run through the reserve, that the Indigenous people of the Waimiri Atroari Indian Reserve were hostile towards ‘white people’. That they had attacked people in the Reserve with bows and arrows. That they stole the passports and money of a party of people whom had walked into their forest and …