Speaking of, going to the middle of nowhere: "Welcome to the jungle!!!"
Now I can cross another fact out of my list of things I've never done. We walked in the middle of the jungle over some huge rope bridges. It reminded me totally on the pictures of a book I read when I was a little child - "Das grosze Abenteuerbuch".
Hopefully some of the pictures will turn out good.
KK lost her sunglasses on the last bus and it seems as if these sunglasses were as important to her as my guitar was to me, so she headed back to the town to meet up with the bus driver for the slight possibility that they still might be on the bus. The three of us kept on walking to explore more on our first day in the jungle. So we climbed a peek, met a crazy Canadian woman with a bunch of girls, learned some new songs and finally ended the day skinny dipping in a wild jungle river. It probably took me 3 seconds to get undressed and jump into it. That was the first river in which you could actually jump into since I left Germany. Sweet water, what a feeling! It almost felt like home. Since it took me only three seconds and Woody about 20 minutes to come in, we ended up with the conclusion, that Europeans got to be raised a little less prude than Canadians or Americans.
Well and there's this little something about me, that I just love water. I simply can't resist it. Besides my whole family has always gone skinny dipping, for me it's the most natural thing to do. I keep forgetting that that doesn't count for everyone, oh well at least people have something to talk about now ;o)
It seems as if I'm changing my scenery in a speedy pace. Do you know the feeling when you wake up and the ceiling doesn't look familiar? It's always a little shock until you realize were you are right now.
The next morning was one of those. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, because the whole hostel seemed to be wide awake pretty much the whole night. I didn't know that Muslims could pray that loud and that early.
So since I was awake anyway I got prepared for a 7 hour hike into the jungle with a sleepover in some wooden shack. As if we didn't hike enough yesterday.. my legs were soooo sore. Well but we also promised Volker, a German guy whom we met in one of the floating restaurants on the river, to take him with us so that he wouldn't have to hike by himself out there.
Hours 1 - 4:
We started energetic, singing a bunch of different summer camp songs and Volker, whom the Canadians renamed Orlando since by the attempt to pronounce his name correctly the only thing you could hear was fu**er, was visibly worried that we would scare all the animals away by acting ridiculous.
"We are going for a bear hunt, bear hunt..."
"I had a job in Chicago in an old department store. ... But I don't work there anymore."
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[Somehow since I met Floh I lost my skill to remember lyrics.. hm I wonder why.]
Hours 5 - 6:
After a lot of up and down hills, the group got a little bit more quiet. We were occupied with sweating and drinking the last water reserves we brought. Oh and not to forget the slight scream that came from behind when Woody almost fell down the hill. So you could tell our strengths were pretty much out of energy.
Hour 7:
Nobody was talking anymore, you could just tell by a lot of gasping that we were more than one person. We were out of food, our of water and totally exhausted, actually that's not quite true we still had a bag of cookies left.
Arriving at the hut:
The first thing we noticed: "Yeah here is a shower!!!" Second thing we noticed: "Oh but no mattresses." Still that was one of the best showers in my life. I guess if you are desperate enough it can be as disgusting as it want, you will still love it.
We played some Jucker until it was dark and everybody was excitingly waiting for some predicted wild animals to come. Well and they did. The Tapirs were kinda fun, the rats close to our heads not as much. We ended up hanging all our food supplies in the middle of the room so that the rats would dangle along the string and finally fell of. That went on the whole night. Good thing I didn't take the cookie bag as a pillow.
After a night of no sleep at all, whether it was from the rats or the missing mattresses we took a reserved water taxi and enjoyed the surrounding by finally being able to relax our feet.
All in all that was the most intense experience so far. The jungle is wicked!
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