The jungle wears you down bit by bit. It starts with bug bites that you scratch, that then turn into infections. Then it's the heat, or the mud, or just going crazy while trying to figure out where the hole is in your tent that all the bugs seem to be able to find but you can't. It's this pain I have in my left eye that I can't for the life of me figure out, and my stove which takes a surgeons attention to actually cook food with. If you can get past the discomfort enough to actually look around, the jungle is beautiful and inviting…..
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Leaving the Jungle
I don't necessarily have good luck, or bad luck, but the luck that I do have is pretty strong. Whatever happens to me usually happens in full force. I showed up in Corcovado ready to work, ready to get some amazing photographs of bull sharks that we could use for conservation.
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