I woke up early to apply makeup, feeling mischievous as the oil my indigenous sister rubbed on my face seemed to offer sun protection much like the mud I’d use while surfing [sly grin][sly grin]. The rainforest is still in its dry season, so there’s no need for boats—everything is done on foot. This feels slightly different from the thrilling scenes in the rainforest adventure movies I’ve seen, yet standing at the edge of this vast wilderness, you can’t help but feel the immense power and mystery of nature.
Always remember to approach it with respect—even for a playful little wild monkey scampering nearby.
Poor sloth! It had been captured, and when I held it, I was struck by how thin and light it felt. I could only hope that whoever caught it would either care for it properly or release it back into its home.
Back at the hotel, I couldn’t resist diving into research about the Amazon rainforest’s top ten deadliest creatures and stories of cannibal tribes. They say that without wilderness survival skills, a person wouldn’t last more than three hours deep within its confines [grimace]. This is precisely why humanity hasn’t overexploited this largest rainforest on Earth—our “lungs of the earth” are, in their own way, protecting themselves [heartfelt love].
