Thursday 18 December 2014

Five Go To The Jungle

There were four of them; a German, a Finn, a Norwegian, and a woman from the north-east. Their scheme was Blytonesque. We're going to the jungle. For a trek. We'll take food and water. Would you like to come too?

So add to that someone from the southish-west...

Next morning we met at nine at the taxi stand and got a car to take us into the more than hills but not quite mountains and leave us there at a Jungle "Retreat".

But it wasn't the cities of termites, the hardwood trees reaching up and up, or the touch-sensitive plants that collapsed at the slightest brush; it wasn't the buffaloes in the river, the shed porcupine quill, the butterflies heavy as full blown poppies, the smell of loam on the forest floor; it was The Spirit of Adventure, The Camaraderie and THE SPLOTHER that I shall remember most... And yes, I did explain.

Golly! What a lark!




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