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We trudge through the thick forest for more than an hour, only
the occasional mosquito stealing its share of blood from my veins breaking up
the monotony but, at the same time, adding to the tension. The jungle is a
different world at night. It’s when the place comes alive. Beneath a canopy of trees,
every animal, insect, and bird comes out of its hiding place in search of food
and love.
At night, the noise in the jungle
can be deafening, but it can also be a spooky place with vampire bats sweeping
down so close to your head you feel as if they’re touching you with their
fur-covered skin. Sticky cobwebs as thick as shoelaces smack you in the face as
the elephants transport you between a narrow opening created by two iron trees.
I take the lead while Anjali rides directly
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