This ain’t a trail anymore, I’m just getting lost in the jungle. Maybe I’ll step onto a viper or on one of those huge spiders that give you paralyses in a fistful of seconds and then lay eggs in your brain.
No way I’m letting myself get lost in this stupid woods. I walk back, lie on a random hammock and take a nap to sober up a bit.

Here on this tropical island it’s kinda warm also at night, with the only downside of restless clouds of mosquitos biting both during the day and night. I don’t hear then buzzing around, just the random stings on my legs. Pressed against the net of the hammock my body probably looks like a gigantic salsiccia right now, how could I blame them.

Jez, this thing is so uncomfortable. Yesterday a girl shown me how to lay flat on hammocks, but this one doesn’t quite work that way, it’s just a stupid piece of waved acrylic. The humidity coming from the sea mixes up with the mosquito repellent on my skin, making me feel sticky and toxic. I stand up and try again to find my way to my cabin, to my bed.
The path through the jungle is actually a wild hill between two stretches of beach. Crossing the thing would be just the beginning of the whole journey. The second beach is four kilometres long and has a small river flowing in its middle and judging the tidal I’ll have to dip in the water up to my hip to walk by. There is another jungle path on the other side. I’ll never make it home.

I cross a small group of people… maybe they know the way? I say hi to the one closer to me and I ask:

«Do you know how to go to the 4K beach?»
«what?»
«My cabin is at Suns of Beaches, east of the island»
«Oh my god! Yes, I know the place… it’s so far!»
«Yeah, I know… do you know how to go past the jungle?»
«Wait, I ask my friend, he knows better»
She waves to a guy, then tells him the place I need to go back to
«Oh my god, it’s so far!» He says.
«I knooooooow, but maaaaybe you know how to go through the jungle?!»
«Oh, yeah… just go straight, man! You gotta walk for at least one hour»
He freezes, thoughtful, then reaches his conclusion:
«Oh my god, It’s so far!»

I wave a hand while mumbling a rough goodbye and I get stuck again in the jungle. I’ll never get out of here. Also, it’s getting way too Blair Witch Project for me right now. What the girl said it was mixed with that chocolate bar she gave me before? I don’t remember (or maybe you don’t need to know if you don’t get it already), anyway I really don’t want to lie down any longer in a stupid hammock just to wake up all contort. Maybe I can break in one of the empty bungalows and save myself from the mosquitos army, but all doors have locks.
I’m standing in the porch of one of the bungalows when I decide that from now on I don’t care about anything anymore.
I grab a big pillow from a round bamboo armchair and I use it as a mattress. At this time I can just wait for the daylight to find the way back.
I wake up in the darkness from time to time. I spray myself with some more mosquito repellant, then I get back to sleep.

Slowly, after dozen of bites per foot, the morning comes. The stupid path was flooded, of course I couldn’t see it! Also, I was so ridiculously close to the other side!

I try to enjoy the sunrise, an blinding orange disc floating above the sea horizon, shiny waves and countless dragonflies, but the tiredness doesn’t quite let me to do so. I need a shower, to poop and to sleep twelve hours.

Yesterday-a-guy-got-lost-twice-in-the-jungle-and-ended-up-sleeping-on-the-way is the story of the day here at the budget beach resort.

So funny.

 
SONG OF THE DAY: You oughta know, by Alanis Morissette