“You never took us to Disney land” my kids complain whenever we fight. What a bad mother I have been. “But you got to swing, Tarzan style, on a vine in a real jungle” I can now snap back, at least at Jack. I thought I’d been to the jungle before. But, once I got to the Amazon I knew everything before this was just jungle lite. I had never seen anything as dense, tangled and creature filled. Jack and I spent many wonderful hours hiking, wading and slipping through the rainforest, carefully following our machete-wielding guide.
The Amazon starts high in the Andes and runs to the Atlantic, approximately the same distance as New York City to Rome. It houses 10% of all species on the planet with more being discovered daily. The forest absorbs a huge amount of CO2, earning it the nickname the lungs of the world. Jack and I could feel the difference this freshness of air made. We had way more energy, slept better and were nicer people (though that may be due to vacation mode).
Our last night was spent sleeping in hammocks deep in the jungle. It was noisy, exciting, uncomfortable but most of all dark. I have never not been able to see, anything, at all. The dense overhead growth kept out the stars and moon. We were a 30-minute hike from the nearest people, the nearest light. It was incredible! An unforgettable you Tarzan, me Jane experience.


