{"id":2212,"date":"2015-07-16T09:16:31","date_gmt":"2015-07-16T09:16:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/wff\/?p=1"},"modified":"2015-07-16T09:16:31","modified_gmt":"2015-07-16T09:16:31","slug":"puerto","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wildff.org\/puerto\/","title":{"rendered":"Puerto"},"content":{"rendered":"
I can hear them start to pass us just before they zoom by, Jason\u2019s laugh echoing as he whips his head around, his face lighting up in exhilaration. I clutch the vest of my moto-taxi driver, unaccustomed to the speed as we race through the streets of Puerto Maldonado<\/a>. We weave in and out amongst Tuk-tuks and other motos, the sounds of a growing city reverberating around us.<\/p>\n