Drinking last night, a result of the fact that we had purchased some duty free Jack Daniels, had plenty of time on our hands, and nowhere to go. A recipe for disaster. Disaster came in the Nelson, the worst singer I have heard bar none. No matter little flexibility you feel your own vocal chords have, trust me, Nelson was worse. Strangling a cat would have provided a welcome relief to my ears. So we drunk.
The drawback was that waking upon waking up late on Saturday, we were tired, feeling groggy and truly not in the mood for more boring videos and cumbersome underwater excercises. But we soldiered on, and finished by about 5pm, whereupon the decision was taken to trek across the jungle to the other side of the island, 7km, to Juara. Knowing that the sun would set before we had a chance to return, I armed myself with a Maglite. After 1 hour, the sunset, and things got spooky. Lots of strange sounds, and movements in the jungle. And not a human to be heard. Despite a full moon, pitch darkness under the shelter of the trees. So despite not reaching Juara, we turned back and headed for Tekek. Which was not without incident. The path was not always clear, and after being intimidated by the many overbearingly sharp, loud sounds of the jungle we stopped and thought "I dont remember walking through a stream before". Lost. In the jungle, pitch darknesss, 1 flashlight, 2 guys. Eek. We headed back, circled around, and eventually got our bearings and relocated the correct path. After about 10 minutes, my ears were graced with the sound of a muezzin calling the faithful to prayer at the mosque down the road. We were near civilazation, and further from the monitor lizards, and other large hungry animals that the forest was teaming with.
- posted by Daniel @ Saturday, June 05, 2004