Heart of Darkness
The wee hours, Friday, January 30, 2004 • 1 response
I’m laying on a cot made of split bamboo, enshrouded by mosquito mesh draped from the ceiling to the mattress, listening to the sounds of bats, snakes, frogs, geckos, monitor lizards, falling coconuts, and other things which go bump in the night. All of this is somewhat compromised in some ways by the light of my Palm’s screen, but what’s a jungle without a keyboard?
I’m now more or less in the middle of nowhere. The day before yesterday I settled in at Nuts Huts, a backpacker’s hostel located about 10 km north of Loboc on the banks of the Loboc river valley on the island of Bohol. …