Jungle living was a little too still for me. I descended back into town for a coffee. For $1.60, I got a freshly grounded pot of
coffee, brewed on order. I sat in the
shop for a while, enjoyed this pot of strong coffee that appeared to be
endless. As soon as I paid for it, rain started to come down. And
only came down harder. I had no choice
but to brave a heroic return, so I won’t get stuck in the low-land for the night. Needless to say, by the time I made it back, I
was drenched. I’ve never heard thunder
so loud and seen lighten so bright that turned the forest white for that
second. The rain continued for the rest
of the night. That's what I get for not sitting still.
