It's a jungle out there!
Trip Start Feb 11, 2008
58Trip End Jun 30, 2008
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The path to Monkey beach was about 1 ½ hours from the park entrance and for the first ½ mile the path was great, well marked and paved
1 ¾ hours later and we were no where near Monkey Beach, as far as we could tell; in fact, we were nowhere near anywhere! Bugger this, I thought, and conceeded to defeat, turned around and dragged Jo back the way we'd come.
"You can keep your sodding beach," I shouted into the depths of the undergrowth, where the sound of my voice was deadened by the thick air and echoed by the distant beat of Head Hunter jungle drums....
Feeling eyes in the back of our heads, and the imagined pin prick of poisoned darts in our sweat soaked backs, we climbed back over every one of those bloody boulders, under each of the sodden vines and over all of the rickety bridges we'd traversed in the last hour or so back to the safety of the park entrance.
As Sam Gamgee would have said, what a place, what an 'orrible place, and looking over my shoulder, I thought I could still feel the malice of the jungle, as though it were saying to me "yeah, you just bugger off and don't think about coming back! Pussy!!"