It is summer with all its glory. Sun, heat and humidity, but none of them stepped into the uncomfortable zone. It is almost summer as it should be for someone who doesn't like heat and sun much despite being born and raised in a hot desert region. When someone tries to excuse for the lack of sunny days in winter, I just drop my bombshell "I do not like the sun, and I am not in the least bothered by the constant cloudy weather". I guess I already had my more-than-enough share of sun and heat.
I never had the guts to try bungee jumping, but soon I will try paragliding. A friend asked me why this and not that. I do not know exactly but I find the almost free fall is really scary while flying has always been a dream. A regularly reoccurring dream of mine that filled me with joy as long as it lasted in my sleep.
A recent Amazonian trip in the New Year holiday was over the top. I did it the rough version (or as rough as it could realistically be) in the middle of the jungle where there was no electricity, no cell phones, no means of transportation except the boat, and with armies of mosquitoes flying in the biggest sauna bath and surrounded by plants that looked too green and shiny to be real. Food was natural, monkeys were friendly and frogs were cunningly waiting for us inside our boots in the mornings.
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