Dark pulsating jungle rhythms. Chaotic moonlight reflects off trees giving the ancient forest the look of lacklustre neon while at the same time leaving the undergrowth bathed in shadow. Plants reach up to brush fearful travellers in a strange land a place so forbidding that the plants and trees surrounding them may not even have western names they may have never been categorized scrutinized in peer reviewed science journals. There is something about the great primeval forests that make you make you feel comfortable in a very uncomfortable kind of way in the sense that they feel familiar because you know that everyone who has ever been started there journey right here millions of years ago but at the same time its a world so far removed that even if desired you could never return its familiar to the feeling you get staying at a friend of a friend of a friends house without knowing there last name I wonder If creatioinists get the same feeling and if there still creationists when they leave. Sounds constantly emerge and then die out but the rhythm remains helping to keep time for the wandering footsteps of strangers complicated but steady and suprisingly catchy not the kind of thing you could whistle but it definately sticks in your head.
Walking in the jungle at night when predators are at there highest level of productivity could be considered to be self-destructive behaviour but if youve already travelled thousands of kilometres to reach a location that is already fairly dangerous during the daylight hours you feel rather unfulfilled if you risk a little more to get the full experience. Chaotic moonlight reflects off the lake but this time instead of lackluster neon you experience a surge light that leaves you numb and calm but somehow causes the forest to recede. The moonlihgt lit lake illuminates the other bank were the source of the jungle rhythm became apparent. The village on the bank has numerous fires but all seem superfluous next to the lake, it is entirely possible that the people responsible for the pulsating sounds have never seen white people before it is possible that the bank has never the rubber treads of mass produced factory made boots before. Until now.
Excellent work, had you not revealed your age and student status I would have imagined you a well seasoned explorer writing about your own adventure :O)
