Being up in jungle camp sure brings back memories of living in the tribe. The other day a small plane flew by and it made me feel like running out to the airstrip to pick up our mail and any supplies that the pilot flew in for us. We also have a strong smell of smoke on us which also reminds me of spending time in the village with the people. I find myself checking my shoes before I put them on just to make sure there isn't any scorpions, centipedes, or other such creatures living inside. It is like a step back in time.
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