other practical stuff that Andi claimed I needed in the jungle. Two spare wheels were also included in the equipment. It was only ten miles until I met the highway, but it might take two days, Andi said.
Now is the time to go. Towards the jungle. The first part of the trip went public, I have to keep an eye on the road meter to know when to turn off the famous shortcut. Shortcuts are late roads called home in Scotland, I hope this is not right here.
The road sign to be found here is also here. The road, or rather expensive, goes right into the forest. There are plenty of trails for various animals, including elephants. The wheel tracks, on the other hand, shine with their absence. I long for the nice elephant I rode this morning. Leaves and branches are hanging down and I always have to duck to not get away from the jeep. Suzukin has windshield but not thanks. It will be wet inside the car when the rain comes, the thing is done.
At low gear with a speed not exceeding 15 kilometers per hour, it is quite good to get here here anyway. With that speed, I will, with a good margin, re-launch Jens's companionship. Well, it goes well, until there is a giant tree across the so-called road. The animals had taken their way around the tree trunk but driving the jeep the same way seemed to be difficult. With the jungle knife in your hand, the equipment in the jeep was rich enough, I hit a slightly broader path. Until I was told the ground shook and something that looked like a gray steam train was steaming me.
I was at the autostrada of the animal, and it was an elephant family who was traveling in good speed. Elephants are not dangerous, had you told me? But I certainly took it safe for the insecure and crawled under the tree trunk in order not to accidentally get in the way of the elephants. The jeep was in the middle of the road, and the elephant son was a little curious and stopped to take an extra look at this strange thing.
It smelled food, more specifically fruit. With a graceful move with the snake, the elephant empties the fruit from the bag to the ground, and the elephant family is gluing my supply. It went the same way with the bread, at least CocaColan kept me. I did not dare to show me, I was not particularly used to the animals on this island. Certainly I had ridden on such a colossal recently, it felt in the buttocks. But by the way, I did not know how these wild specimens would react if I tried to schasa them away.
Before I think so much more, the elephants continued to feed and endure and I could continue to chop jungle. Because I was terrified to drive, I was extremely careful when I walked around the tree. But it worked.
In the past, I had not thought so much about the fact that this was actually a busy road. And now that the dusk came, traffic became more dense. When the rhino climbed half an hour later, I was afraid that he should go straight ahead, whether there was a little jeep in the road or not. That's why I turned off the road a bit quickly. There happened to be a ditch here but I had to go out of the way. Even though I thought the speed was low, I drove on a stump and the Jeep rolled with man and everything.
There I lay and jumped a few meters from the jeep, in the middle of an anchorage but otherwise well kept. The jeep lay on the side and some equipment lay on the ground as I did. Good night, I think, time to call the salvage year. Unfortunately, I can neither call nor get salvation in this god-given jungle. Wrong expression maybe, this is the original nature that takes over. The monkeys and the colorful birds seemed to have fun for me. Only now I hear the eagerness of noise that exists in a living jungle. Is this what the World Nature Foundation wants to remain?
Even if I agree with the World Nature Foundation, it would not hurt with a bit more civilization here actually. A tame elephant, for example, who can act as a van will not be completely wrong. Is there any human traffic on this road?
The dark falls fast and in the absence of supper I can comfort myself with a few Coca-Cola. I decide to stay here and rip up the mosquito net and lay next to the lying jeep. I then lie in the car's car and do not notice from the road. Since I had an exhausting day, I think it's time to sip. With the jungle sounds everywhere, it's easier said than done.
I lie for hours, counting Scottish black and white sheep without falling asleep. Then there's something that's on the road that I do not see, but nobody cares about me either.
When I'm in bed, I sleep asleep. I must have done it because I wake up with a jerk and some wild people aim at me with a gun and look generally dangerous.
The heart attack approaches, the experiences of the last week have not been kind to my poor heart.
"How did you stand alone in this ditch?" Asks someone in broken English.
"Traffic accident", I stammer.
I calm down when I see that there are three girls on the horse who wake me up. I can explain that I'm really Scottish traveler on computers that really should be in Singapore right now. I am confident enough to pull the jeep on the right with the help of the horses.
"Do you have some breakfast for a stranded shot," I ask hopefully. "The elephants have picked up all the food I had with me."
They seem to cuddle and spell out both tea and sausages. After a while, they rider in one direction, I speed up my little Suzuki and it is good to get in the opposite direction. The jungle is dense but the road is so busy, most of the big animals apparently that I roll on for 20-30 kilometers per hour.
The road opens into a city and I can see the sun. Previously, the jungle was so dense that it was dusk even in the middle of the day. But here I'm dazzled by the light but also see that through the village goes quite a big way. A paved road with many pits. This may be the way I'm on my way to, now it's up to trying to find out if Jens has passed or not. According to the timetable I should have arrived.
The villagers are moderately interested but I find a gas station. Rather, a red gas pump pumped from the 40's with a drainage sign where it once had the Gulf. In fact, the gas station manager could tell that there was no safari in the next week.
I bought some loaves and ate bread and Coca-Cola for lunch. Strengthened of this I go to meet the safari people. It went a lot easier than I thought, after a couple of hours I meet safarin and meet Jens. The man sitting in with all the secrets of hidden treasures in the Caribbean. We think.
It is now trying to get rid of Jens from the safaris and bring him more civilized practices. Jens was not drawn to my attention but I managed to convince him that I had found him thanks to Björn. Unfortunately, this had probably caused others to get him on track. It was later that made him decide to look for safer places as soon as possible.
"Here I've managed to hide in a small town far away in Asia, yet I'm traced so easily," Jens complains.
However, we wave goodbye to the safari buses and speed up the coast. I have foggy concepts about how to take us to Singapore. One way is to go back the same way, it would be the right way to leave the jeep. On the other hand, I'm not really excited to meet elephants and rhinos on the forest road once more. If we will continue even when it's dark, it's only straight to take full speed towards the nearest coastal city.
As we get to the avenue of the jungle road, I arrived earlier, driving into a side street to get gas and food. The car is not visible from the doorway, and luckily, because I suddenly see a Toyota RAV-4 with good speed driving through the village and further on to the coast. Undoubtedly it was on my hair that I got Jens minutes before the thais came in with safari.
Now RAV-4an was between us and the coast, it decided the choice of road. I did not really feel like returning to the jungle road, but just take the vagina in hand and focus on new strains. Jens, on the other hand, thought it seemed interesting so we had a good momentum for new interesting meetings with elephants and rhinoceros.
Everything went well and when the dusk came, we searched for a place where we could drive off the road a bit to stay overnight. It would be calmer to be a bit off the beaten track, I thought, show off the experience of the previous night. The sleep became relatively good and at dawn we were awoken by a bull of monkeys who curiously tried to steal our gadgets.
We also heard a car that
got on the road. A careful look at the jungle road shows that the fears are detected. An RAV-4 approaches. And not enough, it stops when it sees our wheel lines leaving the road. Two guys leave the jeep and approach us. And they are armed.
Because they are four against us two and I'm armed with the gun from the late 1800's, it does not seem very good.
"Do you have any weapons," I ask Jens.
"Yapp" will be the answer and he will pick up a powerful gun. "A World War I Parabellum," he said proudly.
Here, then, we are with arms that were modern hundreds of years ago, there remains a list to solve this problem.
"How are we doing now?" Jens asks. He obviously trusts that I am experienced in such situations. Oh, he's wrong.
"Load the weapons!" I confidently assure everything while I'm wearing my gun with thorny fingers.
"Better to occur than occurs", is my next call.
I lay down, like on the shooting range at home in Scotland, attacking the perpetrators and shooting a warning shot over the thais heads.
It worked a lot better than I dared to hope, they quickly retired to their own jeep for deliberations. I followed and got the jeep in a shotgun.
I see, or rather, hear that a pair of the perpetrators make a circumference movement to surprise us from behind.
"Come here with your jeep", I