4 a.m. Rise and shine. No sleeping in. Jerks.
Snakes get a bad rap. Pretty much everyone you know is creeped out just thinking about them, let alone being in their presence.
Sure, they look like total jerks, with their beady little eyes and oddly shaped heads. And they are known to slither like legless freaks as they go about their day.
But you have to admit, seeing a snake in the wild is cool.
So if you’re headed into a snake infested area and you want to increase your chances of not dying a horrible snake bitten death, take note of the following suggestions.
1. Watch your step
Better yet, watch everything: watch where you put your hands, where you sit, where you roll in the leaves, etc. In places like the jungle, if a snake could be chillin’ somewhere, he probably is.
2. Don’t handle snakes
This is a no-brainer, right? Why, then, do we still hear about some drunk moron who thought picking up a cute poisonous snake would be a bright idea? Handling snakes might seem like a fun, manly activity until somebody gets a fang to the jugular.
And guys, I know this will be incredibly difficult to do, but you are going to have to resist your natural temptation to poke snakes with a stick. Easier said than done.
3. Wear boots
Your favorite pair of smelly Birkenstock sandals aren’t going to cut it in snake country. In fact, snakes might bite you just because you’re wearing Birkenstocks (scientists believe snakes don’t like hippies, but they have yet to determine why).
You could go with a badass jungle combat boot and be feared by all living things. Or you could tone it down a notch and go with simple rubber boots. Either choice is acceptable.
4. Invest in a powerful snake repellent
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Meet Victor, Amazon guide extraordinaire. Here he’s posing with a rainbow boa.
You should see this guy work. He’s in the zone in the jungle. Comfortable. Quiet. Relaxed. Picking up on every minute movement, sound, and reflection.
To watch a man so entirely in tune with his natural surroundings is a thing of beauty.
Once, while hiking, he stopped suddenly, sniffing the air. What is it, we asked. Pigs, he whispered. He could smell them. I looked everywhere. No pigs to be found.
I walked right by that snake he’s holding. She blended in perfectly with her surroundings, just another extension of jungle mass.
These guides work their asses off. I noticed that in both Central and South America.
Inevitably, your guide will talk about how very rarely he’s able to spend quality time with his family. Normally they have but 3, maybe 4 days off per month, and even then they’re wiped out and totally exhausted.
On our way back to Puerto Maldonado (a 3 to 4 hour boat ride on the Tambopata, depending on which way you’re headed), Victor was noticeably excited to spend a few hours with his family before he picked up the next tour group from the airport. It was his daughter’s birthday. She, like most girls in the area, demanded a clown.
I believe as travelers that we can help put an end to guides being torn away from their families for so long. Their services are vastly useful. Their time, valuable. In the end, money talks.
By the way, Victor, if you’re reading this, we do remember that you asked us to send these photos to you for your Facebook page. In fact, I’ll do that now. After all, they are pretty killer shots.
And no, you’re not going to get me to hold those snakes. Nice try, buddy.
I often contemplate which ecosystem I would prefer to be lost in, should such an unfortunate fate befall me. Would I choose the forests of my youth, with bone chilling winter temps and blood-sucking summer ticks perhaps being my biggest threat? The mountains, with its unpredictable, chaotic weather? Canyons, easier to navigate, but a flash flood risk? The open ocean?
As we set out on our guided jungle night hike, I occasionally felt too co-dependent. Co-dependent on Victor, our guide, who navigated twists and turns with ease, as stealth as possible in the pitch black. My normal attempt to mentally check off navigational features was useless. I was lost.