At this point I fear that any followers I might have had have given up hope that I would ever post again. Take heart, I shall be more frequent from this point forward. My computer was not functioning properly, but I believe I have resolved the problem.
I spent last week with a small group from my school in the Amazonian jungle. It truly was the week of a lifetime. I ate ants, climbed waterfalls, played soccer with the children of a small, isolated jungle village, swam and tubed in a tributary of the Amazon, climbed some precarious rock walls using my hands and feet on one side and my back on the other side, swung on a vine George of the Jungle style, had a lizard in my shower, and ate some amazing carrot soup. We also had a pretty awesome, machete wielding Ecuadorian Indian as our guide that led us, everyday after classes, for hours through the wild recesses of the jungle.
Our lodge, called Shangrila, is located on the edge of a cliff. While we ate meals, had classes, and relaxed in hammocks, we enjoyed an incredible panorama of the
I partially expected us to go to a super touristy part of the “The Jungle.” Although our lodge was obviously built for and frequented by tourists, it really was in the jungle.
I was a little disappointed that I never saw a man-eating anaconda or a ferocious, Godzilla sized tarantula, but they were out there somewhere. In fact, I did hear that during our stay at Shangrila, one of the Australian tourists had a tarantula in their room.
Departing was bittersweet, I could get used to the tranquil, laid back, adventurous jungle life. I also became rather attached to the hammocks and their amazing view of the jungle. At the same time, I could live without the nearly 100% humidity and mosquitoes that we encountered.
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