Within thirty seconds of leaving the boat, the only indication of your way back is sense of direction because the noise of the insects obliterates the sound of the river. Trees of all sizes compete vertically for the sunlight. Parasitic mosses cling to the trunks whilst vines hang from the branches. The sheer variety is bewildering. As the sun sails across the sky, shadows and light drift across the floor where the activity is just as hectic.
Palms grow with vociferous speed.
The detritus of leaves, branches and fruit produced from the vertical world litters the forest floor. Here the wildlife begins. Millions of ants and termites perform admirable feats of energy conversion. The Search Begins Being terrestrial in nature, this lower subsystem is your main point of contact as you follow the machete-cleared path. Ducking and twisting you realize that the jungle is not the place for above-average height people.