Mhh, this doesn’t look like a trail anymore. I guess I just got lost in the effing jungle. My sole intention was going to the other side of hill, then towards my cabin in the wood to get some serious sleep.
Maybe I’ll step onto a snake or on one of those huge spider that gives you paralyses in a fistful of seconds and then kill you.
No way I 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 the island of Koh Rong it’s kinda warm also at night, with the only con of clouds of mosquitos biting restlessly day and night. I don’t hear then buzzing around, just the random sting somewhere below where my legs are.
Jez, this hammock is so uncomfortable. The humidity coming from the sea mixes up with the mosquito repellent on my skin, making me feel sticky and toxic. Ok, let’s try again the path, maybe this time I’ll find a way through the jungle.
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, it’s beyond the 4K beach »
« Oh my god! Yes, I know the place… it’s so fucking far! »
« Yeah, I know… do you know how to go past the jungle? »
« Shit, 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 fucking 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 and get in the water up to your hips! »
He freezes, thoughtful, then reaches his conclusion:
« Oh my god, It’s so fucking far! »
You, useless pieces of flesh. I asked you the way, not to tell me how fucking far it is, I know that!
I wave a hand while mumbling a rude goodbye and I keep going, right through the last bungalow resort on the beach and once again into the jungle.
Ok, I got lost again. 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! and I was ssssso close to the 4K beach!
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 let me. Too many thoughts. Too much anxiety. I need a shower, I need to poop and to sleep at least until the afternoon.
Yesterday-a-guy-got-lost-twice-in-the-jungle-and-ended-up-sleeping-like-a-homeless is the story of the day, here at the budget beach resort.
So fuckin’ funny.
SONG OF THE DAY: You oughta know, by Alanis Morissette