Bungalow of Fungalow in the Jungalow
January 28th 2016 The air was heavier, denser. The heat slapped us when we walked off the plane. Immediately Jon’s shirt came off – his official unofficial uniform for South America. Greenery seemed to eat up the landscape, leaving the road inches from its own solitude. For miles -- or kilometers rather – we drove deeper and deeper into the jungle. So deep, that instead of seeing ‘Deer Crossing’ signs on
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