endgame

∴ My camera and I chased capuchins all through the jungle on another amazing day. The evening’s reward for my exertions is the bioluminescence setting the whole coast aglow. What a view! At night though, rest eludes me. With no imaginable endgame, kinkajous pelt my hut with all manner of missiles – seeds, rocks, nuts – you name it. Cheeky little buggers. Morning comes too soon. I wake disoriented, though the blood of a long line of naviguessers courses through my veins. Endless volumes of picture-perfect maps are stowed away in the recesses of my brain and yet I bungle about, searching for the morning blend that will surely get my GPS back online. After a nearly futile attempt to recalibrate my internal compass, I throw back my last gulp. Armed with determination and accompanied by my trusty hat, camera, and waterproof notebook, I am ready to dive back into the foliage. 123rd day of venturous monkey-chasing and I’ll be sure to sleep tonight! ∴