Thursday, December 14, 2006
My first day in the Amazon ends.
It is pitch black, no stars, no lights; but the night is full of noise. Crickets, frogs, birds, owls, raindrops, leaves dropping, the occassional thunk of a falling branch. A million sounds and none man-made. I´m going to sleep to the sound of rain on the forest leaves and thatched roof. My cabin is plywood to waist height and screened above. A high pitched thatched palm roof with a screen ceiling. A verandah with hammock unscreened. At the height of the wet all the resort stands with its feet in the water (everything is on 3m stumps). There is another 2m of rising water yet to come.
The night air is thick and still and no breeze makes it through the screens. A fan would make a big difference. No pool of sweat but skin damp to touch and it is easier to sleep without clothes. Reminds me of Coconut Beach Resort mid summer. Or Freshie on a hot summer's night when the power goes out and we all end up on the front lawn looking for a cool space.
It is pitch black, no stars, no lights; but the night is full of noise. Crickets, frogs, birds, owls, raindrops, leaves dropping, the occassional thunk of a falling branch. A million sounds and none man-made. I´m going to sleep to the sound of rain on the forest leaves and thatched roof. My cabin is plywood to waist height and screened above. A high pitched thatched palm roof with a screen ceiling. A verandah with hammock unscreened. At the height of the wet all the resort stands with its feet in the water (everything is on 3m stumps). There is another 2m of rising water yet to come.
The night air is thick and still and no breeze makes it through the screens. A fan would make a big difference. No pool of sweat but skin damp to touch and it is easier to sleep without clothes. Reminds me of Coconut Beach Resort mid summer. Or Freshie on a hot summer's night when the power goes out and we all end up on the front lawn looking for a cool space.
# posted by The Essence of Good Taste @ 2:37 PM 
