At 8 o'clock sharp, the guide, driver and covered truck to pick us up at the hotel. A piece of highway, then this is the trail to a large firm I do not know how many hectares. The whole area is protected, and the farmer has to occasionally open the door of his territory groups.
We stop along the trail, the guide Eric takes his machete, we used a drink of water, and forward on the track, the pit of the primary forest. He and his buddies guides who have paved this trail and others, to avoid always pass the same spot. A young (in tongues) in the rear. At the bend of the trail, we cross a toad, a highway of ants, giant termite mounds, the spurs, stick insects, nests of spiders, ... Eric tells the life of plants, makes us breathe sandalwood says Trafficking of noble species (8000 euros per cubic meter, that Cartier uses the box to its luxury watches), presents the history of the sacred tree that protects cheese the souls of ancestors.
in this forest have disappeared jaguars and armadillos, but it remains sloths, tapirs and margouillats. It looks like the giant greenhouse Jardiland without labels. All plants are there! We must be careful not to slip on humus, and we must not cling to the boards, or equipped with venomous spines. Eric released three times its aid kit: a bite in the neck by a wild beast, a poisonous thorn in one arm and giant mosquitoes. Birds of prey are following us, we hear the beating of their wings above our heads. Small monkeys above us in squealing and warn conspecifics of our passage. We are entitled to the daily tropical downpour, beware of slipping.
No small lazy in sight, yet they advance on tiptoe, Eric thinks that the rains have driven that night, they sleep well protected and remain invisible. In principle, they remain one week in the treetops, looking for the youngest leaves, and go down that weekend to go to the bathroom. Eric lays out the path with his machete, the trees grow so fast that we must remake the trail often. He is careful not to cut too wide, not to risk the ecological imbalance. Preceded by scavengers, we buttons on the corpse of a small warthog, Eric leads the investigation, discovers footprints in the mud, and strongly suspect that poachers have hunted flock, without injuring the little get to catch up.
And by late morning, we find the tan track where the truck ahead, the forest closes behind our steps, you can not find the track!
We stop along the trail, the guide Eric takes his machete, we used a drink of water, and forward on the track, the pit of the primary forest. He and his buddies guides who have paved this trail and others, to avoid always pass the same spot. A young (in tongues) in the rear. At the bend of the trail, we cross a toad, a highway of ants, giant termite mounds, the spurs, stick insects, nests of spiders, ... Eric tells the life of plants, makes us breathe sandalwood says Trafficking of noble species (8000 euros per cubic meter, that Cartier uses the box to its luxury watches), presents the history of the sacred tree that protects cheese the souls of ancestors.
in this forest have disappeared jaguars and armadillos, but it remains sloths, tapirs and margouillats. It looks like the giant greenhouse Jardiland without labels. All plants are there! We must be careful not to slip on humus, and we must not cling to the boards, or equipped with venomous spines. Eric released three times its aid kit: a bite in the neck by a wild beast, a poisonous thorn in one arm and giant mosquitoes. Birds of prey are following us, we hear the beating of their wings above our heads. Small monkeys above us in squealing and warn conspecifics of our passage. We are entitled to the daily tropical downpour, beware of slipping.
No small lazy in sight, yet they advance on tiptoe, Eric thinks that the rains have driven that night, they sleep well protected and remain invisible. In principle, they remain one week in the treetops, looking for the youngest leaves, and go down that weekend to go to the bathroom. Eric lays out the path with his machete, the trees grow so fast that we must remake the trail often. He is careful not to cut too wide, not to risk the ecological imbalance. Preceded by scavengers, we buttons on the corpse of a small warthog, Eric leads the investigation, discovers footprints in the mud, and strongly suspect that poachers have hunted flock, without injuring the little get to catch up.
And by late morning, we find the tan track where the truck ahead, the forest closes behind our steps, you can not find the track!
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