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The jungle is so dark in the late afternoon, we’re forced to utilize our LED flashlights to illuminate the narrow path. While Leslie and I grip our flashlights in our respective hands, Rodney uses a headlamp that’s been belted above the brim of his baseball cap.
The jungle truly comes alive when the sun dies for the day.
Spider monkeys are hopping from one branch to another, coming close enough to get a good look at us, then scampering off into the leafy cover. All manner of insects crawl up and down the thick trees located on both sides of the trail, while up ahead, Rodney spots a red and black snake, kicking it back into the bush with his boot.
We move slowly, quietly, careful to listen for any further sign of trouble from hostile natives. But a half hour into the mostly level hi
