John of the jungle

After travelling for almost 24 hours (it was awesome! Hitching, buses… All through the night), we found ourselves in the mountains. For the first time actually. We always stayed in the plains before, I don’t know why.

The mountain is cool. First of all, no mosquitoes! That rocks. It’s a bit cold but I can live with it. And the silence… A deafening silence. I thought it didn’t exist in this country! I suppose it’s to avoid tipping off the tigers. It’s a tiger reserve here.

We stayed a couple of days at that weird guy’s place. The first dude that didn’t rush to pick me up when he first saw me, and that actually didn’t pick me up at all during our whole stay. I know! What a deviant! That was actually written on his shirt so you know I’m not making it up.

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But you’ve got to admit that life is swell at Mister I-don’t-pick-up-smelly-babies’ place. He cooks much better than Weirdo, stuff without chili everywhere, the tiger forest is very peaceful. That is, until one of the wild beasts target-locks on you I suppose, but that happened to none of us. He showed us pictures of a wild elephant busy wrecking his garden. I kid you not.

We left after a few days, when we started getting the road-hitch. Instead of catching a bus to a safer place, Weirdo and Cranky decided it made more sense hitchhiking through the beast-infested jungle… As you probably expected from them.

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Petit Bibi

Petit Bibi

I started this trip when I was 5 month old. By the time it ends, I'll have spent more than half my life on the road.

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