Tag Archives: frogs

Do you have the mid-summer blues? Summer just not turning out the way you thought it would? Well kick back and read about someone who will put your woes in perspective and leave you thinking of the endless potential of … Continue reading →

So, I’ve left the very few people who actually read this blog dangling in suspense for long enough. Last entry left me recovering in my hostel room, an infectious itch spreading, mosquito bites like a pox, and my leg barely … Continue reading →

I left the bed and stumbled into the door, the feeling gone from my left leg. I took a tentative step, slowly allowing more of my weight to settle on the leg. It was as though I’d been amputated at … Continue reading →

The motorbike drove up to the porch of the lodge, “this is going to be…interesting”, I thought, my bag a looming Everest which dwarfed me and the driver who appeared as tiny specks on a vast mountainside. “So, are we … Continue reading →

The rain had washed away my good spirits; all the insects were in hiding, the leg pain continued unabated, the mosquitoes…oh God the mosquitoes! I felt drained. Constant wet clothes and wet feet had bred a fungus which having originating … Continue reading →

I drifted in and out of sleep as the hammock swayed the day away. The patter of rain on the tarp a death knell to the reign of the ants, who fled back to their nests, granting us a short … Continue reading →

…of mosquitoes. Bit of a story behind this mosquito. I first saw it in Sean’s (smccann) flickr photostream a while back and nearly traveled to French Guiana, just for this guy. A better photo can be seen in his stream … Continue reading →

The new camping spot was idyllic, a few short metres from a slowly moving stream from which the guide could be found fishing day and night. Trails in all directions. There was nothing to complain about. Except the ants…MY GOD … Continue reading →

I blinked my eyes at the bright sunshine streaming down through the canopy like an unearthed mole, sat up and fell down promptly, recalling that I was still in a hammock. I lurched out of bed and walked onto the … Continue reading →

The escape of the jaguar seemed to hit my guide hard…he spoke little on the way back, and punctuated his inner monologue by pounding his fist into his open hand every now and again while muttering something unintelligible. I feared … Continue reading →