On the inside of the cover of the book I am reading there is written in ink: "Ron: I think we could have co-authored this book!! Merry Christmas. Erik 2005"
Would love to hear their story as well, so it is too bad that Erik didn't write his last name in the book, because then I could try to find him on the internet and if I had found him, I would have let him know that I now have the book and so on.
I also would have loved to have taken a trip like this one when I was younger, that is, if I had not been such a chicken. Yet, my friend Julie and I had walked 10 kilometers into one of the jungles of Mexico when trying to get to the ruins of Bonanpak, just 30 miles from the Guatemalan border. We spent the night there and were thankful to have gotten out alive.
What Yossi went through with his four friends was horrendous; it was frightening. I couldn't put the book down although at times I had thought to do just that. The first time was when he had said that they bought rifles in order to kill animals. I thought, "Trophy hunting," which I am against, but no, it was for survival.
Then they brought a dog with them because someone suggested that it would be a great idea. He would protect them from jaguars and boars. Perhaps, he would be fighting with an animal, and they could get away while he was busy protecting himself or them. I don't remember now how much I am reading into this "bring the dog" idea, but eventually the dog wore out, had to literally be dragged and then finally left. This was the second time I wanted to quit reading this book, but I knew that they were going to be in some serious trouble up ahead, and so my curiosity got the best of me. I picked up the book again, saw that I wasn't half way through and thought, "This will take me another two weeks to read." No, I read it that day and into the evening--just couldn't put it down. Best true adventure jungle story I have ever read.
Next, they killed two monkeys and a sloth for food, and I was feeling bad again, that being another time I wanted to quit the book, but then I settled down into the book. Survival.
Then their party got split up, the rains came, then the fire ants, flesh eating termites, jaguars, boars, bot fly larvae deposited under Yossi's skin by a mosquito, painful, peeling fungus on their feet and legs that made it hard for some of them to walk, and then Yossi, and his friend took a very dangerous raft trip.
My friend Julie and I had experienced the rain, the grunting of a wild boar, and the low rumbles of a jaguar following us. Julie had contacted malaria, while I came home with bot fly larvae in my scalp, and all this after only 24 hours in the jungle. She and I both ended up in the hospital, and later I found that I had warts on the bottom of my feet. Fire ants, I have experienced, but only in America.
I am really surprised that Yossi came home alive, really surprised. Not everyone on this trip survived because this jungle trip had many mishaps and dangerous moments. I believed every word of it. It was easy to believe after my own trip.
On the raft: "Around noon we ran into trouble. A large rock jutted out from the shore, and the water pounding against it formed a treacherous whirlpool. The current carried us into its center. We tried for two hours to get out of it without success. Finally seeing no other way, Kevin swam to shore, climbed onto the rock, and tried to use the rope that was tied to the front of the raft to pull it out of the whirlpool. Twice he slipped, fell into the water, and was swept away by the current, but quickly recovered. On his third try the rope broke off in his hands, and he fell once again into the water, but this time he didn't return so quickly. I was left whirling with the raft, fear churning in my stomach. What if Kevin had drowned? What would become of me? I sat on the raft, craning my neck, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of him. When I saw his his star hat carried downstream, I froze."