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April 30, 2009 09:18
A Google view of Rurrenabaque

By

Keren David,

Keren David

2 min read

On the map it is a pinprick in the Bolivian rainforest, a tiny township where the nearest cash machine is a 20-hour bus ride away.

Many of the 15,000 residents are indigenous people too poor to afford a boat to cross the Beni river. From one tribe, the Tacana, comes the town’s name, Rurrenabaque, meaning lagoon of ducks.

The local airport is often reduced to a mudbath, electricity comes from an unreliable generator and, until recently, the only vehicular access was via the aptly-named Death Road.

It is, in short, an extremely unlikely location for a rumpus involving a rabbi, the police and wild rumours of drug-taking and assassination attempts. Not to mention accusations of business rivalry and institutional antisemitism.

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