The situation was different in the jungle. Every inch of ground had to be earned, and was done so through much exertion with the blade.
adventure endurance jungle
There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.
death fear forest jungle phantom terror
There, about a dozen times during the day, the wind drives over the sky the swollen clouds, which water the earth copiously, after which the sun shines brightly, as if freshly bathed, and floods with a golden luster the rocks, the river, the trees, and the entire jungle.
after-the-rain hope jungle wilderness
I am she who lifts the mountainsWhen she goes to hunt, Who wears mamba for a headbandAnd a lion for a belt. Beware!I swallow elephants wholeAnd pick my teeth with rhinoceros horns,I drink up rivers to get at the hippos. Let them hear my words!Nhamo is comingAnd her hunger is great.I am she who tosses treesInstead of spears. The ostrich is my pillowAnd the elephant is my footstool!I am NhamoWho makes the river my highwayAnd sends crocodiles scurrying into the reeds!
jungle poetry
On a hard jungle journey nothing is so important as having a team you can trust.
journey jungle quest team trust
I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.
framing jungle storytelling writing
The inertia of a jungle village is a dangerous thing. Before you know it your whole life has slipped by and you are still waiting there.
danger inertia jungle time village
I was moved beyond words. The train ride over the mountains from lake Titticaca to Cusco reminded me of Africa where I grew up; and 4 days walking on the Inca Trail, then more in the jungle, just magnificent - time, space, and splendour. Our planet is superb!
inca-trail jungle lake mountains planet space time walking
We'd never seen anything as green as these rice paddies. It was not just the paddies themselves: the surrounding vegetation - foliage so dense the trees lost track of whose leaves were whose - was a rainbow coalition of one colour: green. There was an infinity of greens, rendered all the greener by splashes of red hibiscus and the herons floating past, so white and big it seemed as if sheets hung out to dry had suddenly taken wing. All other colours - even purple and black - were shades of green. Light and shade were degrees of green. Greenness, here, was less a colour than a colonising impulse. Everything was either already green - like a snake, bright as a blade of grass, sidling across the footpath - or in the process of becoming so. Statues of the Buddha were mossy, furred with green.
asia globetrotting green jungle landscapes southeast-asia travel travel-writing verdant
Spend sixteen weeks in the jungle and you being to question your own sanity, especially when you are the one goading everyone else ahead.
expedition journey jungle sanity team
The forest did not tolerate frailty of body or mind. Show your weakness, and it would consume you without hesitation.
danger forest jungle weakness