13 December 2008
I wish there was a way to capture the tranquility of the jungle. It almost makes me sad that a place like this could exist and that I would have to live so far away from it. There is now way to explain this place but I will give it a shot. It's quiet and the wind blowing through the trees makes a sound like a running waterfall. There are distant calls of birds and songs that repeat themselves. The hum of insects fills the air. A constant mist comes through, covering and uncovering the jungle that surrounds me. The air is moist, cool and fresh.
17 October 2009
Tonight is our last night here and I feel a sense of sadness and dread for this may be the last time I come to this park or this may possibly be the last time I will see certain species. Yesterday filled me with sadness, hopelessness and a bit of excitement for I got to see what may be the last of its species. At night this place is filled with the noise of insects and frogs, occasionally the hoot of an owl. It's a constant buzz of "clicks", "zeeeees", ticks, whistles and the voices of my companions. I feel sad to leave as I always do with any place. It's a snapshot in time, my time on this earth. For I may experience things that few people have and have an appreciation and respect for the things I see. For the jungle and it's inhabitants will always be living their lives whether I am here or not. There is a breeze now that shakes the trees and leaves like it always has but the dynamics of this forest change with time as do I . For one day I will not hear these sounds and see these sights. I hope to conserve places like this in hopes that others will have an appreciation for it as much as I do.
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