By Harold Armitage.

National anthem, Bolivia. (Good tune!)

Map of Bolivia, 6K (places mentioned in red).

(How to get there and see them on the cheap, as researched by your roving reporter Harold Armitage!)

Travel information is at the end of the article.

In nineteen ninety nine and we decided to go to Bolivia on our annual parrot spotting trip. Sparsely populated and landlocked Bolivia includes territory from the Andes to the Amazon basin, from glaciers to jungle and from desert to swamp. Twenty five percent of all species of birdlife lives here. Ninety percent of macaws and almost fifty percent of all other parrots can be found within it's borders. Two macaws are found nowhere else, both are highly endangered. There is Ara Glaucogularis, the blue throated macaw and Ara Rubrogenys, the red fronted macaw. We decided to try to see both and what ever else fell in our path. As usual, no-one will tell you anything about exactly where they are but all information can eventually be pulled down from the internet.

I discovered that Blue Throated Macaws (picture, 24K) are to be found in a zone centred 100Km to the North of Trinidad in the department of Beni. The Estancias "Cutal", "Habana" and "San Miguelle" were mentioned. I also picked up some internet contacts of whom more anon.

You can pay someone several thousand dollars to take you, we decided to see if any zeroes could be knocked off with our DIY trip, this being the almost the poorest country in South America. The cost of a "European" standard of living is about 20% of the UK. Ninety five percent of Bolivians however live in total poverty and squalor. Some live on two or three pounds a week.

Reading the "Lonely Planet" Bolivia book is vital. This trip is a little more difficult than our previous ones as there is little tourist infrastructure in Eastern Bolivia. In the cities one can find shops, hotels and restaurants comparable with anything in the first world. However up sticks is an entirely different matter.....

Bolivia has had a turbulent history however things are very tranquil now. Everywhere we went, we were treated with kindness and consideration. English is not as widely spoken here as in, say Peru, however directions at the end of the article indicate where/if English is spoken.


We decided to make Santa Cruz, which lies just to the South of the Amazon basin, our base for the visit. We arrived to a hot and dusty wind and a temperature of 35ºC. There are lots of gringos in Santa Cruz, many of them students studying some aspect of the local ecology. We stayed at the "Lonely Planet" recommended "Hostel Beni" a cheap and pleasant place. After spending a few days to acclimatise we set off North on the next leg of our journey by bus to the Amazon basin city of Trinidad in the department of Beni. Trinidad lies only 14º South of the equator. The road is mostly dirt and the buses travel at night (12hrs) to avoid the intense heat. One can fly, but we like to do things the hard (cheap, £6) way. The bus is moderately comfortable.

The journey through hell.
The campesinos (farmers) traditionally burn down their forest and grassland in August /September. This results in air pollution on a massive scale throughout Eastern Bolivia. In 1999 the weather had been exceptionally hot and dry, consequently the fires raged out of control especially to the North of Santa Cruz. Houses and villages were burnt down, several people were killed.The joke of the moment was:-       "In Brasil they burn down their rain forest. In Bolivia we burn down our houses!"

We had the drive through the worst part, visibility was reduced to a few yards. The moon glowed blood red in the sky. The heat and ash whipped up from the highway was choking. The fires had by that time died but the ground was still smoking hot. Here and there were standing forests of smouldering trees, whether still living or dead we could not tell.

Trinidad has a pleasant centre with many beautiful colonial style colonnaded buildings, one can walk the pavement nearly everywhere shaded from the sun and rain. However each block is surrounded by a "moat" of it's own effluent, at each street intersection one must leap over two of these. These are linked with lidded ditches to one another and thence to the local river, the most polluted waterway I have seen anywhere. In the poorer parts of town there are no lids, traffic just ploughs straight across. Remarkably the locals don't notice the aroma. The temperature can hit 45ºC in Trinidad.

Flocks of white-eyed? conures and severe macaws noisily competed with pigeons for nesting sites about the rooftops.

There's usually something of interest going on in Trinidad. We saw several processions and carnivals whilst we were there. I had the best beef fillet I have ever had at the "La Casona" restaurant on the Plaza. At the nearby "Kivon" restaurant a very wholesome and filling breakfast is served. Sloths clamber the trees in the Plaza where there is a strange cast iron fountain covered in indians and dolphins.

In the evenings youthful motor cyclists orbit the Plaza with their lady friends perched daintily, side saddle on the rear. The ones without orbit in an increasing frenzy, eyed up by the single girls who parade the Plaza on foot. Also on the Plaza is the local church. At irregular intervals a distorted electronic "Westminster Chimes" booms forth. Every so often the device suffers from an electronic frenzy, a wild clangour reverberates across the city. Fortunately they turn it off at night. It's best to carry a torch in the evenings, there are irregular blackouts.

We stayed at the "Hotel Monteverde", not quite the cheapest place but with pleasant good sized rooms. The manager is very helpful and speaks English. It's almost next door to "Paraiso".

Here there lives Lyliam Gonzales and her sister Rosario who run a small travel agency (Paraiso Tours) (picture, 38K) with local tours, an all woman outfit (amazing in Bolivia, bastion of the male chauvanist pig!) Lyliam is a macaw nut like my wife and is able to take fellow nuts to see the blue throated macaw. The blue throated macaw lives on palm "islands" in the pampas 100Km to the North of Trinidad. These islands are the remains of a forest that once stretched from the Atlantic Ocean to the Andes, now destroyed by burning. Transport is by means of a 4x4 on the dirt road that leads to the North of Trinidad. Lyliam is a very careful driver, (unusual in Bolivia) speaks good English and is jolly good company.

The land is privately owned, however Lyliam is friendly with the cattle rancher who owns the land, in our case the estancias (cattle ranches) Cutal (picture, 23K) and the nearby Habana. As with most of the estancias, they have their own private airstrips. Here there is pleasant though primitive accommodation for tourists. One dines on cowboy fare, needless to say the main items on the menu are beef and beef jerky. They have however heard of vegetarians (maybe they give them grass!) By night the insect life is voracious, mosquito nets and a good repellent are needed.

The 100Km. journey to Cutal is by dirt road, in the dry season often dried into iron hard ruts. If it should rain it is swiftly converted to mud. However there is lots of wildlife to see on this level plain which is very similar to the pantanal of Brazil.

At the Cutal parrot life abounds, large macaws fly in pairs from tree to tree (Aras ararauna, chloroptera, auricollis and severa) whilst a host of amazons, conures and parakeets chatter and quarrel about the house. Early morning is the best time to see them. One also has chance to participate in traditional cowboy activities if so inclined.

On the second day we set off to see the blue throated macaw. No-one knows how many of them there are but certainly they number only in the hundreds. It is similar to the blue and gold macaw but it lacks the green patch on its head, it's eye stripes are blue and of course it has the blue throat. It is also slightly smaller and much quieter. It's call is less hoarse, less frequent and slightly higher pitched than the blue and gold. It seems to me that the colours are more intense than those of the blue and gold. Blue and gold macaws are very common around here and it mingles freely with them.

We bumped our way across the coarse grassland in our 4x4 on a level plain that extended from horizon to horizon, big country indeed! The heat was intense. The palm island we visited was about 20Ha in size, we parked some distance away an crept into the edge of the trees at a place where Lyliam had previously seen the B.T.M. We sat there quietly and soon we saw two pairs and then later another. They were quite wary and we had to stay very still in spite of the heat, humidity and biting insects.

As darkness fell the hen bird clambered down to their nest hole which was previously unknown to us. Lyliam was entranced. The cock bird remained high in the totai palm. In the last rays of the sunset his golden breast feathers glowed like fire, his turquoise gorgette was incandescent.

From his lofty vantage point he could see enemies coming from afar. But he could not see the black hole of oblivion and it's dark cohorts though they stood close by. There was greed that always wanted more. There was indifference that cared only for itself. There was possession that could not see but it had to have. And there was the darkest of all, vanity (called status by some) that always needed yet brighter and rarer jewels to surround itself with. And he was the brightest jewel of them all. His enemies were without pity or remorse. His friends were few and far apart and his allies were already corrupted by the dark cohorts. Macaws cannot weep but I could have wept for him.

The next day we set off on the dusty road back to Trinidad. Before we had got far, out of the general murk in front of us loomed the most gigantic Cumulo Nimbus cloud (thunder cloud) I have ever seen. It was so huge that it's extent could not be guaged from the ground. Our road arrowed straight under it. The air was hot and humid, a gusty wind was at our backs, wild dust devils danced around us. As we drew near rain could be seen falling both on our left and right, ahead seemed to be clear. It seemed that we might pass right under it unscathed.

As we passed under the centre of the cloud the wind died, the air was now rising vertically into the black abyss that lay a few hundred feet over our heads. (I am a glider pilot, if I had been in the air such a sight would have filled me with terror, I would not have had long to live.) The black hole was surrounded by rotor clouds that came and went as the tortured air was sucked into this awful vortex. Amazingly we passed beneath this daunting manifestation of nature's power without incident. As we emerged from the other side, the wind once more picked up but now in our faces. The road was wet, a thin film of sludge covered the iron hard mud beneath. It was almost as bad as wet ice, for the remainder of the journey we skated from one side of the road to the other. At one point it seemed we were not going to make it, if there had been even the slightest slope we would have been defeated.

Blue throated macaw facts.

(a) In the past many have been trapped and exported to North America, long after it was legal to do so. This is less so at the moment due to the fact that they are now extremely hard to find. No-one knows how many there are in the wild but certainly less than a thousand. Prices have fallen as they are apparently fairly easy to breed in captivity. However a known trapper has been recently in the vicinity asking questions about blue throated macaw.

(b) The grass surrounding the palm islands where they live and a breed is annually burned. Should the fire spread into an island (and it could easily) this would be a catastrophe.

(c) Habitat destruction. Every year the islands become smaller due to burning and browsing by cattle.

(d) A well known American Eco-tourism firm is proposing to fly well heeled twitchers into the Estancia San Miguel, where the largest numbers of blue throated macaws are to be found. Parrots often confuse aircraft with aerial predators. This will surely cause unnecessary disturbance, particularly as it is proposed to continue this activity into the nesting (wet) season when all the roads are impassable. This possibility is viewed with alarm by local conservationists. (Personally I wouldn't set foot in a local light aircraft. Essential maintenance work is not carried out and there are aerial cowboys in Bolivia!)

(e) Lyliam Gonzales and "Armonia"* are conducting an education programme of local people and are trying to get the local land owners co-operation to preserve the palm island habitat.

(f) Very little research has been done into the BTM and how it interacts with the far for numerous Ara Ararauna with which it mingles freely. By the most amazing coincidence, at the time we were there Pepé Rojas, an up and coming young Peruvian ecologist arrived. He is hoping to make a study of the BTM. We first met Pepé at the Tambopata Research Centre when he was studying for his degree. I have to say he seems to be outstandingly qualified for the job. He speaks excellent English and has a very pleasant and easy going nature.


We also visited the Santa Cruz zoo one of the largest in South America. This is a zoo in the old fashioned sense. Here is imprisoned virtually every creature to be found in the continent. There is just about every macaw you can think of including eight blue throated macaws and about fifteen red fronted macaws. In tiny cages is the mighty harpy eagle (which dwarfs the golden eagle) and the giant Andean condor. Urchins throw popcorn at rare spectacled bears. The maned wolf has disappeared. Local conservationists say this place is a clearing house for collectable animals which appear and disappear regularly. Birds confiscated by customs and park rangers are sent here. None have ever been released.


Bolivia has had a turbulent history but today things are pretty quiet. Everywhere we went we were treated with kindness and consideration. There are many national parks in Bolivia, many are under some sort of threat, notably the Amboro national park.

However we discovered a black side to Bolivia concerning the animal and bird trapping industry which is still alive and kicking.

There are concerned people in Bolivia, however many are under threats from the local wildlife trappers and are afraid to raise serious objections to the practices the see going on around them.

  • Local conservationists have received death and bomb threats.
  • Cocaine was planted on the premises of another and the DEA informed. Fortunately he spotted the perpetrators and was able to dispose of the drugs before the police arrived. (The consequences could have been a long term in jail.) .
  • The wife of another was kidnapped, beaten up and raped. She has since left Bolivia. .
  • Shortly before we visited one, the forest around his house was deliberately burnt down, the house barely escaping. .
  • Some local conservationists keep firearms in the house in case of attack. .
  • The famous naturalist, Noel Kempff was murdered, officially by drug traffickers. Locals however say animal trappers were responsible. .

Remember when you buy a wild caught bird, this is the kind of people you are supporting.


Bolivia is one of the poorest countries in South America. Once you get there you will be rich,well able to hobnob it with the wealthy and the beautiful. There are two international airports La Paz and Santa Cruz, the latter being best for parroty Eco-tourists. It will cost between £600 and £700 to fly there from the UK. (We got our tickets from Journey Latin America and flew with "Aerolineas Argentinas" and excellent they were too.)

You can live in Bolivia for £50 a week, for £100 you can enjoy some degree of comfort. £200 buys luxury, at least where it's available. Many Bolivians live on £2 a week. You will definitely need your "Lonely Planet" Bolivia book.

You can fly to most towns. You can go anywhere by bus, or truck where the roads are bad. On some a 4x4 is necessary.You can travel long distances by taxi cheaply. (Taxi drivers are open to any kind of deal.) Bear in mind that most of the minor roads and some major ones can close due to heavy rain. Flooding, avalanche and mud take their toll. The wet season in Eastern Bolivia is usually from November to April.

Avoid foriegn operated tour companies, they are vastly more expensive than the locals and offer no better service. I like to make sure my money stays in Bolivia, the people there have more need for it!

The bus service to Trinidad is by night and takes about twelve hours, (£6). "COPACABANA" is the most comfortable (insofar as the word can apply!) See "Lonely Planet" book for details. The road is mostly dirt but good by local standards.

There are plenty of hotels, the one we stayed at was the "Monte Verde" on Avenida 6 de Agosto No 76. (English is spoken by the manager who is also very helpful.) The rooms here are clean, bright and of reasonable size. Breakfast is available. Also there are several glass and chrome cafes on the Plaza which are open for breakfast.

A few yards from the Hotel on the same side (No. 138) is "Paraiso Travel" with Lyliam Gonzales who will fix it for you to see the Blue Throated Macaws. In fact they can fix just about anything for you, including airtickets. (Once again English is spoken.) (Tel/fax 591-46-20692.) (Website)

There are many and varied National Parks in Bolivia, all have something to offer. Some are easy to visit, some are almost impossible. (We failed on this occasion to get into the best known of all, the remote Parc Nacional Noel Kempff Mercado.)

The total cost of our trip this year for five weeks in Bolivia including air fares was £1200 per person, half of this being air fare. We could easily have cut £200 from this figure. The research is done, there is no reason not to go!

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Readers may remember my investigation into the devil dancers of Panama and their macaw head-dresses a few years ago. I had heard that a similar thing was going on in Bolivia, centred on the town of San Ignacio de Moxos, 60Km to the West of Trinidad. We made a journey out there in order to investigate. This included living on a packet of "Pringles" between the two of us for two days (tasty and nourishing when you're sufficiently hungry!) We travelled to San Ignacio by camíon (truck) (picture, 33K)from Trinidad. The dirt road has three river crossings by ferry, there are no buses. Short note about camíons. (2K)

I can now tell you that macaw feather head-dresses are used in processions that take place not only in San Ignacio but in Trinidad and other towns. There are two aspects to this, one is by male-only ethnic Indians (picture 24K) in a pagan cult that has somehow infiltrated the local churches. The other is as a commercial/tourist fiesta (picture, 56K) that includes women and non-Indians.

There is a flourishing industry, shooting macaws and manufacturing head-dresses and other items of which we were only able to locate the tip. Bolivia is a signatory to CITES but it seems that this is being totally ignored. We discovered a grisly little shop (picture, 16K) in Trinidad where macaw parts (picture,33K) were for sale. For example you could buy the wing of a green wing macaw for £2. The skull (picture, 37K) costs about £0.50. The head-dresses (picture, 57K) were there as well.

Local voluntary bird conservation organisation.
Calle Mexico, 110
Castilla 3081,
Santa Cruz
Tel/Fax 591-3-371005"
Alan Hesseand Lois Jammes (Members) Tel. 591-3-443264
Bennet Hennessey.
Website of "Armonia"

Lyliam Gonzales,
Paraiso Travel, ,
Will take you on safaris in Beni, (including Ara Glaucogularis).
Also air tickets etc. English is spoken. ,
Av. 6 de Agosto, 138, ,
Trinidad, ,
Bolivia. ,
Tels.591-46-20692, 20946,

Email Paraiso

Grisly little shop.
La Ganadera,
Calle Sucre 843,



An altogether tougher one this with the possiblity of a little hardship and frustration!

Pampagrande/Samaipata map, (8K)

In my previous story, I recounted our adventures in search of the blue throated macaw. On our return to Santa Cruz we took up the next part of our odyssey, the Red Fronted Macaw (picture, 28K) (RFM), known locally as "Loro Burro" (donkey parrot, too stupid to talk!). All I had been able to discover was that the RFM inhabited an area in the foothills of the Andes 200 Km to the West of Santa Cruz. In Santa Cruz members of "Armonia" gave me the name of Hermano (Brother) Andrés, a Dominican friar who is from East Germany but has resided in the village of Pampagrande (the heart of Ara Rubrogenys territory) for thirty years. I was assured that Hermano Andrés was an expert in all aspects of the local fauna and flora. They gave me his telephone number but I was unable to contact him.

Pampagrande lies some 200Km to the West of Santa Cruz well into the foothills of the Andes and is not normally visited by tourists of any description. We had absolutely no information at all except it's position on the map. We decided initially to go to Samaipata, halfway there and make further enquiries.

We travelled in some style to Samaipata, the weekend destination of the well heeled Cruceño due to it's much cooler climate. Consequently there is no shortage of hotels (both basic and more up-market) and restaurants and there is a door to door taxi service. (100Km for £10!) The journey is spectacular, especially as one draws close to one of the worlds mightiest mountain ranges. Dotted about are the mini palaces of the mega rich like some latter-day eagle's nests.

There is a German community in Samaipata who are always in touch and soon I met Olaf Liebhart (guide and tour operator of German origin, speaks good English) who eventually was able to get in touch with Hermano Andrés. Meanwhile we visited local Inca ruins and had a few short tours to see the local scenery which is breathtaking. Worth a special mention is the Laguna Volcan a sparkling lake in the crater of a volcano.

Hermano Andrés turned up quite suddenly, at two minutes notice we bundled our possessions in the back of his truck and set off for Pampagrande. Hermano Andrés speaks no English so we had to get by on my pigeon German. He has a Toyota 4x4 pickup fitted with a Mercedes engine, a formidable combination well suited to our journeys of the next few days.

Most of the population of Pampagrande live in the most awful poverty and squalor. Hermano Andrés has supervised the construction of numerous churches and public works financed by the German Dominican order. There is one eating house in Pampagrande and no hotels. Hermano Andrés however runs a primitive bunk house (picture, 22K) with cooking facilities which was where we stayed. We ate at the local eating house and with the good brother's parishioners. All in all we fared reasonably well. There is a range of tiny shops selling the basics of life. However it's not even possible to buy a bar of chocolate in Pampagrande. (picture, 14K) Hermano Andrés has intimate knowledge of the local eco-systems, the main limitation being my poor German and worse Spanish.

On the first night we had heavy rain, the temperature plummeted. We arose to a heavy overcast skies, drizzle and a biting wind. The local river thundered by, heavy with silt and flotsam. Amazingly however we observed flocks of RFM (picture, 19K) barrelling through the rain just below the cloud base, the only macaw I have seen that will fly in such atrocious conditions. They flew in pairs, shrieking raucously to one another. Almost every morning, regardless of conditions they streamed over in small groups.

The next day was Saturday, I became the official photographer at an Indian wedding, (picture, 34K) the real photographer in true Bolivian tradition, having failed to materialise. The wedding party (picture, 32K) arrived by truck, at least fifty of them, the bride and groom riding up front. There was no organ or piano. At the service, as is normal worldwide, most of the congregation didn't know the hymns. Many seemed not able to read either. Hermano Andrés however made up for all of them, being a magnificent singer, filling the large church with his baritone. They were a solomn bunch, I saw not a single smile. The bridegroom looked satisfied afterwards. (We also went to the party (short description) afterwards where beer was handed out by the bucketful and wild dancing went on into the night. It was the best party I've been to for years. But still no-one smiled.)

On Sunday we wandered the town which is desperately poor. Mains water was only just being installed. Interestingly the pipes had been laid in the trenches, connected and then left. I think the locals hoped that the trenches would spontaneously disappear. It did seem to be working. Telephones and electricity had only arrived in the last few years. There is only about 50 yards of paved road in Pampagrande. The land around is medium altitude (3000ft) semi-desert, (picture, 38K) the natural vegetation being thorny scrub and trees interspersed with cactus, giant and small. (Picture, 23K) Rain, when it comes, arrives in intense storms. The soils is very poor, light and sandy. Nevertheless the locals cultivate it, maize, ground nuts and melons being popular.

On Monday we accompanied Hermano on a long jaunt (picture, 28K) with the 4x4 into the mountains, along precipitous dirt roads in order to visit the tiny pueblo of Santa Rosa (map, 8K) At one point we climbed to almost six thousand feet although the mighty peaks still towered about us. We covered a wide range of altitudes and habitats and saw many parakeets, conures and severe macaws in the wooded lower slopes of the mountains. There were many stops along the way as Hermano Andrés chatted to his flock. (picture, 37K) They were for the most part desperately poor farmers living in tiny adobe houses with earth floors.

At Santa Rosa .(picture, 24K) we were fed and watered by the brother's parishioners. There are no services here of any description. None of the streets are paved and we saw more donkeys than trucks. No car could make it to Santa Rosa I think. Communication with the outside world is by means of one solar powered radio.

Many of the locals keep parrots, Ara Severa and Amazona Festiva being the most popular as they are very common. The wings are generally clipped and they are left to wander about outside in the bushes. Most are taught a few words of Spanish.

Hermano Andrés had put out the word and a couple of days later we were able to visit a site where the RFM (picture 43K) had been seen feeding. This was only a few miles from Pampagrande, and we observed a flock of seventeen noisily feeding on the fruit of the "Tatco" tree (Jacaranda Mimosifolia). They are quite hard to spot due to the predominantly green colour, only being given away by the racket! It didn't take them long to spy us and when they did they were off, surprisingly colourful as the underside of their wings is a bright orange/yellow pattern.


(a)Once again no-one knows for sure how many Ara Rubrogenys there are left in the wild but certainly less than two thousand. Many were trapped in the past and exported mainly to North America. This has probably ceased now. The locals don't care for them as pets as they won't talk. Local ornithologist Robin Clark conducted the last scientific survey of them eight years ago. His recommendations to ensure their survival were totally ignored and the situation has since worsened considerably.

(b)The natural habitat of this species is being cleared for agriculture. This leads to them turning their attentions to the farmers maize and ground nuts which in turn can lead to them being shot. Hermano Andrés is trying to educate the local population in this respect. He has suggested that farmers could be compensated for the damage if there was money. (Now there's a project for someone!)

(c)The RFM nests in holes in cliffs. Many of the nesting places used in the past are now abandoned. The holes are usually too high to reach, so the method of capture was to spread monofilm nets over bait. Landing macaws got their feet tangled in the nets.

(d)The RFM have a daily migration pattern which varies with time of year and their food source.


There's no doubt that this is a tougher one as this is an area not frequented by tourists and except for Olav of "Roadrunner" no-one speaks English. Some knowledge of Spanish and/or German is needed. This one is beyond the "Lonely Planet" book and for the more experienced traveller. (There is information in the "Lonely Planet" book only as far as Samaipata.
Update. The report I sent to LP means Pampagrande is now in the book, I hope brings a little wealth to them!)

Hermano Andrés is quite willing to cater for visitors, he makes no charge. However he has plenty of good causes for you to donate to! He makes his expedition to Santa Rosa at the end of each month. This is an outstanding experience, a bit like visiting Albert Schweitzer.

There are buses from Santa Cruz bus station every evening to Pampagrande, returning the next morning. Taxis travel from close to the Santa Cruz market to Samaipata and I feel quite sure could be persuaded to go to Pampagrande for more money. Olaf Liebhart in Samaipata can put you in touch with Hermano Andrés. There are therefore several options but it's quite DIY.


Uimpex Travel.
(Will take you anywhere in Bolivia, very helpful in all matters/advice.) Claudio Holzmann, speaks English.
René Moreno, 552
Casilla 3845,
Santa Cruz.

Pepe Rojas, Naturalist/Guide, Very concerned about Ara Glaucogularis. Speaks good English.
Email Pepe Rojas

Olaf Liebhart,
(Guide and Travel Agent, runs local tours.)
Will fix anything for you. German, speaks good English.
Will put you in touch with Hermano Andrés if necessary.
Barrio La Glorieta II,
Santa Cruz,
Tel./Fax. 0994-6193
(This place is hard to miss on the main road in Samaipata.)
Email Olaf Liebhart
Emails take a while to reply to, Olaf picks them up in Santa Cruz when he goes there.


Taxi firm. Will take you from Santa Cruz to Samaipata & return.
(£10 approx. Each way)
Av. Omar Chávez#111 Esq. Soliz de Olguin,
Santa Cruz 335067
Samaipata 6129, 6133, 6016

Your Key to Ara Rubrogenys.
Parroquia de Pampagrande,
Casilla 3615 ,
Santa Cruz de la Sierra, ,
Bolivia. ,
Officina de Iglesia,
Santa Cruz,
Tel. 0911-3155 (At Pampagrande, only Spanish and German spoken.)
Tel. 0994-6011 (Central Church Office next to the church at Samaipata, only Spanish spoken.) Also see "Roadrunner" above.

Local voluntary wildlife conservation organisation.
Calle Mexico, 110
Castilla 3081,
Santa Cruz
Tel/Fax 591-3-371005"
Alan Hesse/Lois Jammes (Members) Tel. 591-3-443264
Bennet Hennessey.

Guy Cox,
English speaking guide and ornithologist.
Casilla 2079,
Santa Cruz,
Tel. 0932 2054


Having a few days to spare we decided to visit the Amboro National Park, a few hours run from by taxi for Santa Cruz. We had been informed about the "Hotel Flora Y Fauna" run by one Robin Clark, well known British ornithologist. This place is quite well appointed and hence expensive by local standards. (Still cheap by first world standards).
If you are a twitcher this is the place to visit, you will find yourself in like minded company. Bird watching walks are virtually compulsary.

The Amboro National Park is a controversial topic in Bolivia. This once pristine wilderness park is now in the process of being burnt down by campesinos (peasant farmers), but then so is the rest of Bolivia. Many campesinos were displaced from the Yungas and Chaperra areas due to the recent crackdown on coca growing. It seemed wise to view what remained before it disappears.

The day before our intended journey we carefully investigated the whereabouts of the taxi service to Buena Vista (Calle Isoso near to the bus station). This turned out to be a totally unneccesary precaution because as we stepped from the hotel a taxi screeched to a halt and within thirty seconds we were ensconced. The city taxi drivers normally never leave Santa Cruz however it turned out that the driver had family in Buena Vista and was not averse to a trip out there at our expense. After a sub tour to conferr with his mates as to the price and a long consultation over the map, we finally arrived at a price of 130 Bs. (£13)

Buena vista is on the new road to Cochabamba and tolls have to be paid. The road is good.

Our taxi driver was clearly in high spirits at the prospect of a break from his routine, especially when I included him in our refreshment stop. He became imbued with a desire to find out just how fast his taxi could go, fortunately no more than 100Km/hr. It had almost 300,000Km on the clock. (He was mad as are all Bolivian taxi drivers.)

It was a Toyota Corolla estate, second hand from Japan. This meant of course that it had been right hand drive. This had been locally remedied by moving the steering column and the pedals to the left. However all the instruments and switches remained on the right, together with the big hole where the steering column once was. Nearly all the taxis in Santa Cruz have this setup.

During the latter part of the dry season the campesinos tradtionally burn down their forests and grassland. This results in the worst smoke pollution I have seen anywhere. Anyone with asthma or other pulmonary problems is well advised not to visit Eastern Bolivia during August/September/October.

On this day conditions were particularly bad, visibility being reduced to fifty yards on occasion. The driver refered to this as "neblina" which I took to mean fog from my knowledge of German, "Nebel", he was amazed when I suggested it was "fumar" (smoke). At night the atmospheric inversion lowers, bringing down all this pollution and we sometimes found it hard to sleep, conditions were so bad in this area.

We rolled up at the "Hotel Flora Y Fauna" in the late afternoon. It is set in it's own patch of rain forest and run by one Robin Clark. Ornithologist and long time resident in Bolivia. It's a very nice place to stay but the catering arrangements are chaotic to say the least. One often has to forage in the kitchen or issue instructions to the kitchen staff in order to eat, our Robin being more concerned about bird watching. There is however a refrigerator always full of free beer! Bird watching walks in the local forest are practically obligatory. There are towers set up here and there for this purpose. Amongst lots of other birds we saw severe and yellow collared macaws, as well as several unidentified conures. We also saw trees with macaw nest holes.

Several years ago Robin carried out a survey of the Ara Rubrogenys and probably knows more about them than any one else. This was with the object of preserving them and their habitat, however as usual in Boivia, nothing whatever has been done. The situation has deteriorated considerably since then.

Casilla 2097,
Santa Cruz.
Tel. 01943706

This was our last port of call in Bolivia. The total cost of our holiday was £1200 per person (four weeks, including airfares, local tour costs and donation to Hermano Andres). Travel about was no problem. No-one hassled us. We met lots of nice people some of whom put themselves out considerably for us.

On our last day in Santa Cruz it was the founding day of the city. This was an excellent excuse for celebration in the Plaza. The President of Bolivia was there. The army was there and there were numerous folk dancers. The Presidential party was esconced on a diaz. Local dignitaries reclined on armchairs in the shade of the trees. The army sweated it out in the heat of the sun. There were speeches, the army stood at ease for civilians and at attention for military officers.

Interesting for Brits, the army sang the National Anthem and various martial airs. They also paraded past the President goose stepping. The Bolivian style is kicking very high, many of the particpants seemed about ready to collapse afterwards.

When the bash was over, the dignitaries circulated amonst the crowd. Even a passing gringo could have buttonholed any member of the government/armed forces supposing his Spanish had been good enough.


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