Holy Thursday morning I awoke to the sound of a voice martial (to put it in some way) on the bus we headed for Tingo Maria. There was a guy who, with rifle in hand, we indicated that our bus had come to take care of 'bad' that could interrupt our journey to "rob, rape and even kill us."
was presented as a patrolman in the area and, as such, received no salary from the State so we appreciate working with him. So - rifle in hand - went seat by seat thanking collaboration we offered voluntary.
In the Huallaga Valley
Getting off the bus in the city of Tingo María a policeman with scowling reviewed all our luggage. When leaving the terminal waiting for us a contingent of policemen 'Fan RAMBO': all dressed in costume to blend in with the war and a giant machine guns had only seen in movies. Visual impact.
Al leave for our first visit to the Cave of the Owls, the police almost made us guard. During our walk, a RAMBO (as hereinafter call these heavily armed police) escorted us. At the entrance to the cave, two of these remained order.
The next day we repeated the same story to the right hand RAMBO, RAMBO to the left.
security offered Tingo Maria to the group of friends with whom I was really struck me. As mentioned above paragraphs, in principle, the visual impact was, however, shortly after that impacted me most was the degree of violence that the city may have to be necessary that both armies.
True, the drugs produced in the Huallaga Valley is no small thing, but that first look at armed police which RAMBO III (latest RAMBO I have not seen so I can not vouch for their team) also is.
Who knows if it passes the same thing happen as well ...
