Real Survival Stories - Lost in the Amazon: Rainforest Nightmare

Episode Date: July 23, 2025

Dave Boyer heads to Brazil to explore the largest tropical rainforest on earth. It’s a place of breathtaking beauty and constant sensory stimulation. But here, just one step can lead to calamity. When Dave and his travel companion stray from the trail they realise that once you’re lost in the Amazon, you might never be found…   A Noiser podcast production. Hosted by John Hopkins.   Written by Nicole Edmunds | Produced by Ed Baranski | Assistant Producer: Luke Lonergan | Exec produced by Joel Duddell | Sound supervisor: Tom Pink | Sound design by Jacob Booth, Matt Peaty | Assembly edit by Rob Plummer | Compositions by Oliver Baines, Dorry Macaulay, Tom Pink | Mix & mastering: Ralph Tittley.   For ad-free listening, bonus material and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Click the subscription banner at the top of the feed to get started. Or go to noiser.com/subscriptions   If you have an amazing survival story of your own that you’d like to put forward for the show, let us know. Drop us an email at [e-mail] Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

It's May the 30th, 2002. Deep inside the Amazon rainforest, dusk has settled. The rivers and floodplains glow a deep, navy blue as spindly trees stretch into the darkening sky. The dense jungle is gradually coming alive as its nocturnal inhabitants begin their nighttime journeys. Insects scuttle along the leaf-strewn floor. Bats squeak in the trees, and feline predators pad through the undergrowth.

From nowhere, there is a deafening clap of thunder, followed almost instantly by a flash of lightning, a millisecond of silence, and then the heavens open. Rain plummets down in heavy, cold droplets, turning the ground into a slushy brown bath. But while the creatures of the Amazon can scamper away to find shelter. There are two individuals here who have nowhere to hide. 23-year-old Dave Boyer and his friend, Crystal. Shivering inside a hastily dug hole, the pair are covered head to toe in thick mud.

The American tourists are stranded, totally lost, in the largest tropical rainforest on Earth. Within seconds, basically, we start hearing the rain approaching. The trees there have really broad leaves and when rain hits them, it makes really loud like clinging sounds, almost like a metal roof does. So you can hear the rain coming before it gets to you. The rain continues to pelt down, soaking the hikers and flooding the ground around them.

Trees bend and then break as sparks of lightning flash ominously against the pitch black sky. It just gets harder and harder rain, and there's just big booms of thunder. It's kind of eerie to see looking around when the lightning goes off, because it's like for this one flash,

you see the entire forest around you, and then it just goes right back into pitch-black. You can't see anything. Just really play in with your mind to get a glimpse of your surroundings and then be put back into darkness. Fumbling in the dark, Dave's hand brushes against crystals. Her skin is freezing cold like his own. Unable to hear through the stormy cacophony,

they pull each other close. The blackness of the forest engulfs them. An enormous natural prison. It seems impossible to escape. It was the coldest I've ever been. We're getting pounded by this torrential downpour and this awful storm, and I just kind of shut down.

Ever wondered what you would do when disaster strikes? If your life depended on your next decision, could you make the right choice? Welcome to Real Survival Stories. These are the astonishing tales of ordinary people thrown into extraordinary situations. People suddenly forced to fight for their lives. In this episode, we meet Dave Boyer. In 2002, he takes a once-in-a-lifetime trip to South America.

Alongside his travel companion, Crystal, who also used to be his girlfriend, Dave sets out to explore one of the most remarkable places on Earth. The Amazon is 6.7 million square kilometers of sprawling, breathtaking rainforest. But here, just one wrong step can lead to calamity. Once lost, you might never be found. If you could imagine being in this forest where it is so thick you can't see but a few yards, a few meters in any one direction. If somebody were to take me there today and spin me in a circle and stop me and say,

okay, walk back the way you came, I don't know that I could find the way that I came. Trapped somewhere in a wilderness twice the size of India, Dave and Crystal will have to battle downpours, darkness, and despair in a slow torture that goes on for days. I don't know how much hope we actually had of ever being found or getting out. So I started to really worry about our survivability at that point. I'm John Hopkins.

From the Noiza Podcast Network, this is Real Survival Stories. It's May 24, 2002, in southeastern Brazil. In São Paulo, 23-year-old Dave Boyer and his friend, Crystal, are weaving through a throng of people. They are bleary-eyed, having just arrived after an 11-hour flight. But the vibrancy of this enormous metropolis, home to almost 12 million people, is filling them with excitement. Bags strapped to their backs and passports in hand,

they wander through the streets. Concrete gray skyscrapers surround them. Bridges lead over wide waterways. Lush green parks are dotted here and there. It's an urban jungle. Easy to get lost if you don't know where you're going. But soon, Dave and Crystal will be tackling something even more mesmeric and mind-blowing. The world's largest rainforest. The Amazon.

This ambitious adventure is the culmination of years of planning. The pair first met back in 1998 when they were at college together. Dave, a soccer-obsessed jock from North Carolina, was training to be a pilot, while Crystal studied engineering. I was a college student and had fallen in love with a girl and kind of shared aspirations of traveling the world with her. Both of us kind of found that when we went out and explored in the world that we found happiness there.

And so it was kind of those thoughts of being out in nature, searching for wildlife, that that was going to be a chance for us to find happiness and have an amazing experience together. So that's sort of how we made this pact to go to the Amazon. They dated for a few happy years until life ultimately got in the way. A job studying and working with big cats took Crystal to South Africa while Dave moved back

home to North Carolina. With an entire ocean between them, the relationship fizzled out. But their dream of traveling to the Amazon never faded. So in 2002, when Dave heard Crystal was back in the States, he reached out to his ex. I had hopes that we would get back together. And the Amazon trip, I looked at that as really an opportunity for us to have some really quality time together.

And I thought for sure that that was going to be the spark that would get our relationship back together. And so I continued to push the plans and she was excited about it. I was excited about it. Bags packed, hostel reserved, flights booked, the pair leave North America for Brazil on May the 23rd, arriving the following day. From the effervescent city of São Paulo, it'll take a few days to reach their destination. First they journey to the Amazon River, then they board a boat that sails down it. It drops them in a small town on the edge of the

rainforest. Then a local drives them deeper into the jungle, eventually bringing them to the Amazon Youth Hostel. As expected, the accommodation is basic, or rather authentic, stripped of any glitz and glamour but surrounded by stunning natural beauty. As they unpack their bags by the light of the moon, the hostel's owner explains the different trails they can hike during their stay. She draws where the kitchen is and where the library is, where her house is, where our cabin is, and then she just sort of scribbles a line off the top of the page and she goes,

oh if you just go out behind the kitchen there's trails that lead off into the rainforest and you're welcome to go for hikes. You can get canoes down by the river and go paddling into the flooded forest or along the river. So there wasn't a tour guide there to take us on hikes. The route Dave and Crystal pick for their first expedition is known as the White Trail. Clearly marked by little chalk arrows, it

promises to take hikers into the heart of the rainforest, passing jaw-dropping scenery and exotic wildlife, before leading them back to the hostel in a loop. The owner assures them it's a popular route for tourists and will be a good starting point for their adventure. Dave and Crystal settle down in their simple cabin, staring out of the window at the night sky with its twinkling stars. Tomorrow, the wonders of the rainforest await. It's 10am on the morning of May 28th. Dave and Crystal are adding the final supplies to their backpack ahead of today's hike.

They load up with cereal and granola bars, crackers and fruit roll-ups. Nothing too substantial as they plan to be back by lunch. Dave slings the rucksack onto his back and hands Crystal a water bottle. Then they swing open the porch door and step out onto the sunlit forest floor. With the promised white chalk arrows marking their path, they exchange excited smiles and the adventure begins. The wide meandering trail leads the hikers through a little pocket of paradise. Bright green foliage borders their route, the early morning dew still glistening on

the leaves. Pastel-colored flowers carpet the floor as exotic birds flap lazily from one branch to the next. Dave and Crystal make their way along the track, their mouths open in awe, heads constantly turning to absorb the marvels that surround them. The further we went in, the more wrapped up in the beauty of the forest we got. The trees seemed to have gotten bigger.

There was just all these insects and spiders that are just brightly colored and every time we saw one we would stop and just kind of like stare at it for a couple of minutes and just be in awe of it. As they drink it all in, the strange coying of a bird steals their attention. It sounds like it's coming from a few meters off the track. Dave and Crystal scamper into the undergruff, following the enticing calls. They lose the sound of its cry somewhere in the thicket, but another noise then filters through.

The gentle crash of a waterfall. Abandoning their quest for the bird, they push on through the jungle to catch a glimpse of it. It's only when they turn around to rejoin the trail that they realize they have no idea where they are. The white arrows that guided their way have disappeared. Every one of these small little encounters just got us even more lost in our minds of being there and we were naive and we weren't thinking about navigation and we were just kind of wrapped up in the experience and loving it like we were so happy to be doing this finally.

We just kept following what we assumed was the trail, but our heads were never looking down. Our heads were always up in the trees. After they'd been walking for almost two hours, the pair reach a floodplain. It must be part of the river, the one that leads back to the hostel in a loop. Dave wades through and calls to Crystal to follow. The coast is clear. But when they clamber out the other side, the landscape has changed. There is a

trail here, but a few hours ago the marked path they were on was wide enough for Dave and Crystal to walk side by side. This one is so thin that they have to march in single file. Flora closes in on them. Sinui branches hang low, constructing a claustrophobic tunnel. Soon they reach a fallen tree. Dave and Crystal pause and look at each other. The moment for us to stop and actually think and analyze was a large tree had fallen across the trail. And I kind of climbed through the branches

and kind of fight my way through to the other side. And on the other side, I didn't see anything that looked like a trail, nothing like what we had been following. So I crawled back through to tell Crystal. I was like, I don't know. I don't see any trail back there. If you could imagine being in forest where it is so thick, you can't see but a few yards, a few meters in any one direction.

And if somebody were to take me there today and spin me in a circle and stop me and say, okay, walk back the way you came, I don't know that I could find the way that I came. And I think that immediately happened to us." The pair are trapped in an endless green kaleidoscope of indistinguishable leaves, vines, and branches, with no clear paths in or out. But Dave doesn't panic. Taking the lead, he reassures Crystal that everything will be okay. They might not know the way out, but at least they can simply turn around and head

back in the direction they came from. They begin attempting to retrace their steps, splashing through shallow streams, hopping across boulders and fallen branches, ducking beneath low-hanging vines. Morning melts into afternoon and eventually evening as Dave and Crystal battle through the jungle terrain. But by 6 p.m., there is still no sign of the hostel or the river that will lead them home.

There's nothing else for it. They decide it's time to rest. We just said, hey, we're going to sit down by this tree right here as it gets dark, and we're going gonna stay up tonight just kind of talk to each other sing some songs mess around we're gonna battle the mosquitoes but we're not gonna try to make a shelter we can sleep at the hostel once we get back there in the morning let's just wait out the night

The next morning begins with shimmers of sunlight softly sparkling through the rainforest. The brightening sky draws Dave and Crystal out of their shallow slumbers. The new dawn brings with it fresh hope. Dave, in no doubt that they'll navigate their way to the hostel in time for breakfast, heaves himself to his feet, throws the backpack onto his shoulders, and sets off. At first the mood between the hikers is light. The temperature is mild and Birdsong feels the air as they ramble through the beautiful surroundings. But by mid-morning, with temperatures rising and little progress made, the atmosphere begins to shift. That's really where our first kind of moments of panic hit

is by nine or 10 in the morning. It was really hot, really humid. We finished the bottle of water that we had left, and obviously at that point we knew we were not just easily going to be making it out that morning, and that we now had to come up with some plans. They solve the water issue easily enough. There are plenty of streams scattered throughout the jungle that they can drink from. They appear clean enough, though they can't know for sure. But the bigger issue remains. They are totally lost, with no map or GPS device and no discernible landmarks. At times, the density of the vegetation

above means even the sun is shielded from their view. But Dave does have one idea for how they might get their bearings. I had a watch that was in my pocket and on the band of my watch was this tiny one centimeter diameter compass. He has an inkling that they should head south, but there's no way to be certain. So he devises a plan to cover all bases. I didn't want to just go straight south, so instead I decided to do these box patterned where I would keep track of my watch and we would walk for five minutes south, and then we would walk for five minutes to the east, and five minutes to the north, and five minutes south. And then we had walked for five minutes to the east and five minutes to the north

and five minutes to the west, making one circle. And then I would start over and do it for 10 minutes in each direction and then 15 minutes in each direction, making these boxes kind of bigger and bigger throughout the day. Hoping that it would intersect with the trail or the hostel or anything. It was a very frustrating plan for Crystal. She didn't like the idea, even though she kept that to herself from the beginning, but eventually she started to voice that. She's like, I don't understand why we're walking on circles on purpose. Why don't we just pick a direction and walk that way?

and we just pick a direction and walk that way. Despite Crystal's protestations, Dave is adamant his plan will work. The day progresses and their circles gradually widen. They pass rocks and creeks, monstrous trees and sharp, sinister bushes. There is no sign of the river or the trail. Over time their footsteps become slower and heavier, and when the sun sinks in the sky at 6pm, the lost hikers, again, have to call it a day.

Although they're resigned to spending another night in the wild, the pair try to keep their spirits up. Dave sets to work building some form of shelter, and Crystal offers motivation for the task. We had talked about getting back together during that second day. There's a lot of conversations while you're walking, and it just kind of keeps going in different directions. But we were feeling really close to each other because we needed each other being lost.

And so Crystal was like, you know what? Every palm branch you bring over here for this teepee, I'll owe you a kiss and you'll have to collect it when we get out. So like I got motivated. I'm like, oh sweet, I'm gonna pick up a hundred branches and bring them in. So we built, I thought it was a pretty good teepee structure,

and we had cleared out the ground underneath it. And basically as nightfall was coming in, we crawled in there and tried to lay down. But just as they're settling down in their self-built teepee, the air around them starts to vibrate with activity. Insects bite and sting them with no mercy, a constant hum of mosquitoes and horseflies. They do their best to bat away the buzzing creatures, but it's going to be a long night. When morning arrives, Dave and Crystal are groggy, itchy and aching. But staying positive is key, as is staying active. Dave takes the lead once more as they pick up the thankless task of walking round and

round in the ever-growing circles. But today, with two nights of no sleep, no food, and only dirty water to drink, Crystal's patience is really wearing thin. Crystal stopped me and she's like, I can't do that. I can't just walk in circles. We're getting nowhere.

I don't see that as being the best plan. I was open to ideas. I felt guilty and responsible. So I wanted to have a plan, but it didn't have to be my plan. She said, I just want to pick one direction and just keep walking. The immediate way southeast looks slightly more possible. As good a reason as any to head in that direction. Just like the previous two days, progress is slow and painful. Tree roots block their

tracks, nettles and plants sting as they brush past, and the unrelenting, sticky heat clings to their skin. At times, they are forced onto their hands and knees to scrabble up rocky hillocks. As insects swarm over them, another day fades away with no reward. The monotony is brutal. We alternated turns in the lead, and that person that had to take the lead took on a ton of responsibility. Just the idea of staying on path, making the choices of which way to go around some obstacle, which thorns to avoid, which spider web to go around. The person in the lead had to constantly make choices about all those things.

Whereas the person that was walking behind pretty much just stared at the person in front of the foot and followed their path and just talked maybe to try to keep their mind off of it. But I really needed Crystal to take on some of that, because that really made it to where we could walk for 12 hours and struggle through a lot of the obstacles. We were covering a lot of ground on that third day. They may be covering a lot of the obstacles. We were covering a lot of ground on that third day. They may be covering a lot of ground, but they're no less lost. Again, 6 p.m. arrives and the sun sinks in the sky, sending darkness across the Amazon. Muscles burning, heads pounding. Dave and Crystal finally stop and rest. The prospect of another night surrounded by mosquitoes is a grim one.

Every centimeter of their exposed flesh, from neck to ankles, is raw, red, and irritated. But then, an idea. Dave remembers that on one of the previous days, But then, an idea. Dave remembers that on one of the previous days, the mosquitoes didn't seem to bite so much when his arm was coated in mud. I said, we're going to make this big hole, we're going to lay down in it, we're going to make a bunch of trips down to the creek with our Ziploc bag and fill it with mud and bring up some mud, we're gonna bury ourselves and

cover ourselves completely in mud and see if that helps with the mosquitoes. As darkness coats the forest, Dave digs. Drenched in sweat, he manages to hollow out a six-foot trench. Then they fill the hole with mud and smear it all over themselves, settling in to their sludgy bath for the night. At first, it does seem to help. Their skin is soothed, and the insects are to be leaving them alone. But pretty soon, any sense of relief evaporates. evaporates. There were sounds of thunder in the distance and I actually asked Crystal, I was like, man, do you think tonight's going to be a rainy night?

Wouldn't that suck? And then within seconds, basically, we start hearing the rain approaching and probably 30 seconds go by and it starts to rain where we are. And I'm hoping that this is just one of the little fronts that comes through and will rain for five minutes and then be done. So we just kind of patiently lay in the hole getting soaked, hoping that it's just going to stop and we'll be able to recover ourselves in mud. But the rain doesn't relent. Instead, it grows heavier by the second, pounding down on the trees and flooding the

forest floor. The torrent finds its way into Dave and Crystal's trench. They can't see a thing, but they can feel it. The water starts to climb around them, reaching their chests and their chins. We can't stay in this hole. Like, we felt the water was covering us. And we're going to drown.

Like, we got to do something. Scrambling blindly in the darkness, Dave's hands slide over loose stones and squelching soil as he tries to find a grip to hoist himself out. As thunder claps in the distance he finds enough strength to free his body. Crystal scrambles out too, shouting today through the deafening storm. The ground is so saturated and uneven that keeping their feet is impossible. They're forced onto their backsides, sliding away from the trench. Coughing and spluttering, the pair scrabble around for any kind of shelter. Eventually, they stumble into a tree trunk. They huddle against it.

There's just big booms of thunder and it's kind of eerie to see, like, looking around when the lightning goes off, because it's like for this one flash, you see the entire forest around you and then it just goes right back into pitch black and you can't see anything. Just really playing with your mind to kind of get a glimpse of your surroundings and then be put back into darkness. Dave and Crystal cling to each other as the freezing rain soaks them to the bone and white-hot lightning darts above. It was the coldest I've ever been. I just started shaking uncontrollably because I was just soaking wet.

All night long, we couldn't really even talk to each other because it was so loud, and there were sounds of things falling down all around us. A terrifying time. Night three was probably the turning point. It was a very critical night. Only when the sun finally returns does the storm subside. A warm wind sails through the trees, and intermittent rays daple the forest floor.

Despite the somewhat improved conditions, Dave's optimism is all but gone, though he tries to rally again. As for Crystal, things have taken an extremely difficult turn. Crystal has a very different thing going on in her mind. She battled depression, but had been taking a pretty powerful antidepressant for several years. And when she misses doses of that, it's only a couple of days before she really starts

to struggle with keeping a positive outlook. Crystal was not feeling like, oh, it's a new day. I am not doing that kind of a night again. And she told me, she's like, I can't make it through a night like that. So we got to get out today or I'm not going to make it out. Dave helps Crystal forwards. Just keep moving. Another hour. One more scramble up a hill.

But eventually, darkness spills across the rainforest yet again, signaling the end to another day. That's four days that have passed since they first trekked into the Amazon. Now the despair is really growing as another hellish night begins. I just was losing my sanity with the mosquitoes. I felt like they were always on me. They were biting my eyelids if I tried to close my eyes.

They were always in my ears. Like I felt like the buzzing of mosquitoes was nonstop. Every part of my body itched. And I was just kind of not able to get any like peace and calm. When another pale dawn eventually arrives, it does little to improve their spirits. Day five in the jungle. Mechanically, they get back to their feet and start trekking again. But today, after hours of slow, monotonous walking, the landscape finally begins to alter.

The muddy forest floor gives way to soft, golden sand, and the suffocating tunnel of trees clears. We kind of got to where there were some thick, small shrubs and crawled through and found this area that was covered in sand and very sparsely vegetated. Most of the plants there were either like small ground cover, almost no large trees were in this area. And we started walking out on it and we were like, wow, this is just so different. We had felt so enclosed, walled in on all sides, and now we had a sky above us for the first time that we could see. It was just a really comforting place compared to what we had been going through.

It's something, a change. But does this spell a change to their fortunes? Crystal drops to the ground and unties her boots, letting the soft sand soothe her feet. Meanwhile, Dave assesses their new surroundings. There was like a tree fall where there was some clearing and a harpy eagle was on the other side of this clearing, which harpy eagles are I think the largest predatory bird in the world. Like they're massive, they're huge, but they're so majestic looking. So like there were a lot of those kinds of moments where we saw something that we were

just in all of and in love with and could take a minute to kind of forget what we were in. But we also understood that seeing those kinds of things meant we were probably pretty far away from villages and settlements and rivers. And that was making us a little bit nervous. Their peaceful moment is all too brief. Crystal forces her shoes back over her bloodied feet, and they resume their trudge. The hours pass as the pair meander

through the sandy clearing. This time, when evening arrives with the starry, dark blue sky above, they can finally get some proper rest. I really wanted to sleep and did get some sleep that night. We're so far away from light pollution and civilization that I've never seen a sky that looked like that with the Milky Way just stretched across it and just countless stars

and this beautiful quarter moon that rose later that night. And there were a lot of times where I would wake up kind of groggy and just stare up at the sky and just be amazed at where we were. This month on the Noiza Podcast Network, the story of Fidel Castro concludes on real dictators. On Short History Of, we'll uncover the mysteries of the Shroud of Turin, delve into the history of the East India Company, and travel back to the Stone Age. On real survival stories, we're in the Blue Mountains of Oregon, the epic peaks of South Africa,

and deep in the heart of the Amazon rainforest. And in Sherlock Holmes' short stories, Holmes and Watson take a trip to a mysterious Hampshire estate, where a starved dog prowls the grounds. Get all of these shows early and ad-free on Noiza Plus. Happy listening. The Sun rises on the morning of June the 2nd. Dave is the first to wake, and as the sky lightens, he watches Crystal sleeping next to him, a chest rising and falling with her shallow breaths. Dazed, he gets up and puts his walking boots on. As he's tying up his laces, listening to the early morning bird call,

a horsefly lands on his arm. It leads to a surreal, macabre moment. And I smacked it and it fell down to the sand, and I'm just like staring at it, and it's kind of like wiggling around, and it's last moments of life, and Crystal's laying there, and I'm kind of losing my mind a little bit. So I just start ripping apart the body of this horse fly and kind of seeing that that's our future, that our bodies are going to be laying there and things are going to come by and rip our bodies apart and we're eventually just going to disappear into the forest and be recycled as part of the life cycle there.

So there's this morbid morning after the sunrise. Dave shakes Crystal awake and urges her to put her boots on once more. As the rainforest springs to life around them, the hikers go again. springs to life around them, the hikers go again. Their progress is faltering. Every few minutes they need to stop to catch their breath, or so that Crystal can bathe her torn up feet. If yesterday was tough, today is a whole new torment. I just kept having to come up with new reasons.

Like, we gotta do this. It's only 10 o'clock, we're going to go until 6 o'clock tonight. But it was clearly becoming more and more evident that we weren't going to cover much ground that day and that if we weren't able to walk, I don't know how much hope we actually had of ever being found or getting out. So I started to really worry about our survivability at that point.

I started to accept that either she or both of us were gonna have to give up. But I was still trying to reach for any other reason to motivate her to keep going. I, at one point, stopped her and I said, okay, this is the last day. We're gonna fight through this day, and if it gets to be 6 p.m. tonight,

we're not gonna go through another night where we can end it at that point. They trek onwards, southeast through the undergrowth, praying to see civilization. Onwards, southeast through the undergrowth, praying to see civilization. There's nothing, just the boundless unbroken wild. Eventually, not long before dusk, Dave throws up his hands in surrender. He agrees that the time has come for them to control their own destiny.

There's just something he needs to do first. We had been covered in mud the third day, the third night, and we're six days now away from out of a shower. We were just dirty and disgusting, and we had started conversations about what death was, what was it gonna be like when we died, what was gonna be after death, like is there gonna be some thing that we're showing up at the gates of heaven and having to go through some sort of like a judgment and passing through or being sent to hell or whatever and I just sort of had this feeling in me

that I wasn't ready for that the way that I looked, which is just stupid. But that's what I had in my head. And once it got on my head, it really stuck. So I said, I wanna get clean. And so begins a search for water, somewhere to wash themselves clean before the end. After almost an hour of walking, exchanging no more than a few words to each other, Dave begins a descent down a sharp rocky hill.

As he is slaloming left and right, careful not to trip, he catches sight of something gleaming at the bottom. It's water. An enormous floodplain. Lush green plants and bushes sprout from the murky water, and trees rise from the middle as though they're floating. It's an unbelievable sight. In the Amazon, a floodplain leads to a river, and a river can lead to civilization. Stopping in his tracks, Dave shakes his head in disbelief. After all this time, at the eleventh hour, have they really stumbled upon a way out? Or is he hallucinating? Moments later, Crystal joins him on the bank. For a few moments,

they just stand there in stunned silence. Then Crystal takes the first step forwards. She just starts taking off into the water, and she's just stomping her feet through this shallow section. And I'm following behind her, and each step starts to get deeper and deeper. And we get more and more view as we're going through and see that we're in this vast, flooded forest. Before they know it, they're swimming, kicking and pushing themselves between semi-submerged

tree trunks. Suddenly, they have renewed vigor, renewed purpose. And then while Dave is catching his breath, a strange new sound crackles through the air. We heard the sound of a plane flying overhead, and that was the first clear human sign. Couldn't really see it because there's still a canopy above us, but it sounded like it flew right over our heads and it sounded like it was flying really low.

And that was a sign to me that that was probably a search plane. The stranded hikers scream and wave at the aircraft as it passes overhead, but to no avail. and wave at the aircraft as it passes overhead, but to no avail. With layers of foliage still above them, the plane stands no chance of spotting them. Still, hearing the aircraft suggests that help is almost within their grasp. Following the logic that the floodplain will merge into a river and a river should lead them home. They swim on. I kicked backwards and kept making our way from one trunk to the next trunk. Eventually I start pulling down some of the thin vines

that were hanging on some of the trees and wrapping those around one of my arms to collect, thinking that we would be able to make maybe a raft and float on the river once we got to the river until we found a village or somebody. One hour turns into two, and then three. At last, under a deep red sunset, their hunch is proven correct. The floodplain does begin to narrow as it cuts through the rainforest, morphing slowly

into a bright blue river. Their bodies are barely able to function, yet somehow Dave and Crystal find the strength to swim on, heads bobbing between the ripples. And just as night threatens to fall once more, that's when they see them. Two canoes on the horizon. Crystal sees them and doesn't believe that it's real. She thinks she's lost her mind and asks me, is that real?

Do you see people? Are there people coming towards us right now? And I look up and I see them and I'm like, I think so. Let's yell, hello, help, help, help. We're screaming at them and they just kind of calmly paddled their way towards us, which seemed to take forever because this river is vast. and we saw them pretty far off in the distance. It's almost like they're so far away, and then you blink, and they're just gliding right up to you at the next moment.

After six days on the brink of giving up entirely, Dave and Crystal have finally found their way out. The two men on the wooden rafts glide effortlessly towards them, extending their arms. The stranded hikers turn swimmers grip-tight as their battered bodies are heaved on board. I'm able to look across at Crystal and she's looking at me and the sun's setting along the bank and these birds are just chirping and flying around, like just the most beautiful setting that we could imagine. And then you add on top of that,

the emotions of we were dead and then we swam for four hours and then we got pulled out of the river by these people. And I think we're going to make it. We're saved. Like we've made it through this six-day ordeal. So we're just crying and looking at each other. Like just have a euphoric feeling. As the sun drops behind the trees, Dave and Crystal float down the Amazon River until they reach a village.

Too weak to help themselves, they let the villagers strip them of their clothes, dress them in clean linen, and feed them delicious, freshly prepared food. Next, they're moved to a school turned makeshift hospital to have their wounds treated. It's here that Adoni Elson, one of their rescuers, explains the miraculous story of how he found them. The owner of the hostel had recorded a message that was playing on the radio stations basically saying there's two Americans lost. If you find them, treat them as if they're your family.

They're going to be tired. They're going to be hungry. They're going to be scared. Just take care of them. And so Adonielson had heard that message that morning and in this afternoon was paddling, looking for something to feed his family with. And the search plane that flew over us and had us yelling and screaming at it, he heard that at that moment and knew that that was the two Americans

that he had heard about on the radio. The kindly stranger quickly paddled to his cousin's home, asking for his assistance in searching for the hikers. The two of them then set out on the river, and the rest, as they say, is history. After days of ill fortune, this piece of luck and kindness ultimately saved Dave and Crystal's lives. Over the coming days, the pair gradually regain their strength. Then they're ready to head home. They're taken to the city of Maui's. At the hospital there, they are checked over and given the all clear to travel on.

Then they get on a plane, leaving their South American adventure behind. But there is one piece of the puzzle left to complete. leaving their South American adventure behind. But there is one piece of the puzzle left to complete. After being moments away from death in the rainforest, experiencing suffering like never before, Dave's attention turns to his future. A future which, over the coming years, he continues to hope will include Crystal. over the coming years, he continues to hope will include Crystal.

We had talked a lot during the six days about getting back together, and I really held on to that for many years after it and thinking that there's got to be some sort of fate involved, that if we survived these six days together, like we were meant to be together, and that really drove a lot of my personal relationship life for many years after that. And it took a long time for me to accept that it's okay that we didn't get back together. It's okay to move on. And it doesn't mean that the six days wasn't important.

There wasn't a connection between us. It's just that life is different. Relationships are hard and complicated, and it took 10 years really after that for me to decide that I wasn't ever gonna get back together with Crystal, and I needed to move on. And move on he does. As the years pass, Dave finds a new direction in life,

training to become a teacher. He meets new people, too, settling down and starting a family. Today, though Dave and Crystal's six-day Amazon ordeal is firmly in the past, it is a chapter of his life that will stay with him always. It was terrible to go through, but it's been the most amazing thing for me. It changed me from a young, immature boy into a strong and confident man that was ready to approach life and have more focus in life and drive to make the world a better place. Internally, I think there's a lot of confidence

that I got out of this, but also just an understanding of, well, things could always be worse. It's definitely given me a confidence in myself or an acceptance that whatever I have to face, I'm strong enough to battle through. In the next episode, we meet Jonathan Alpery, a celebrated photojournalist. In 2013, Jonathan is on his third trip to war-torn Syria when he is kidnapped by a group of rebel fighters. Over the next 81 days, he'll get to know his captors extremely well,

though he'll never fully understand what they have in store for him. It will be a harrowing ordeal, testing both his body and his mind. In a country where journalists face execution by extremist groups, forming a rapport with his kidnappers will be crucial to Jonathan's survival. That's next time on Real Survival Stories. Listen today without adverts by subscribing to Noiza Plus.