Be The Jam

It is getting a lil bit chilly out in them thar hills. It is chillier still down by the river, I know I was there last night. In some ways it was quite cozy despite the chill as last night was the first time in months that I have got out the vaguely rainproof bivi bag and bothered to put up the basha properly. It was about 6.30 when I woke and what a view there was. The river was a glassy reflection of the blue sky above, the wake from a duck catching the orange of the sunrise. A few whisps of mist and dew caught in a Spider's web set the scene just nicely. Set the scene for what? For me getting out of their and into town to get some money out of the bank and buy some breakfast is what. I haven't had any money for ages so the idea of eating something other than rice or lentils was an exciting prospect.

A lot of the time in the jungle will involve living off rice and lentils and whatever else there is about, mostly piranha I think. I'm not sure that I'm going to like this very much. I like food, I like chocolate and jam and pudding, and roast lamb and and and and.... Occasionally I get to thinking that maybe going to the jungle isn't such a good idea after all, too late now.

Drat.

After the jungle that's it.

Maybe a year on a Pacific island, but after that I'm done.