Sleeping in the jungle

Spending two nights deep in the jungle was an experience like no other. Our camp, built from wood and plastic sheets, stood right by the river. It was simple but had everything needed - shelter, a cooking area, and space to sleep. Sahril, our guide, led the way through the forest each day, while another guy took care of the cooking. There were also a few other travelers, all adjusting to the slow rhythm of jungle life.

Trekking through Gunung Leuser was tough. The paths were steep, covered in deep mud, tangled roots, and dry leaves that made every step unpredictable. Slipping was almost guaranteed at some point. Leech socks helped keep the bloodsuckers away, but checking legs became a habit anyway. The heat was relentless - clothes were soaked with sweat within minutes. At least there was the river. We jumped in every chance we got, cooling off in the fast-moving water.

Somewhere in the jungle, hot springs bubbled up from the earth. Sahril, always full of small tricks, boiled eggs right in the steaming water. But most of the time, we moved quietly - every sound could mean missing a hidden animal.

Evenings were the best part of the day. When the cicadas finally quieted down, the jungle felt peaceful. Dinner was eaten by candlelight, and the nights stretched on with long conversations. Sahril talked about Sumatra, the jungle, and the people who live here. But life in the rainforest moves slowly, and there was plenty of time to just sit, watch, and take it all in.Leggi altro