When I first came to the jungle, I was so creeped-out by all the critters and bugs and random poisonous monsters that I slept with a Rambo knife and a big stick for several weeks; and if I had to walk through the thick bush. I wore heavy boots with jeans tucked in at the ankles. Going into the jungle made me nervous.
Today I walk through the bush barefoot, barely dressed in Tarzan-chic and think of the critters as my brothers and sisters. I will lie down for a nap on the ground almost anywhere and I find that leaving the warm, nurturing, protective blanket of the jungle makes me nervous - I think I've become human?
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