Malaysian Borneo.
Temperature: 40 degrees in the shade
Humidity: 400%
Mosquitoes: a toxic cloud.
In your opinion, what could
lucubrate Eppifemili us in a very good day "spring"?
just stay at the shore breeze with a cocktail of mango and paineppol in hand?
Of course not.
Walking hand in hand with the eyes of mullet drunk, to the nearest bar nicely equipped with air conditioning ball?
Maddeché.
throw a fish in water and make the dead to the surface (more deaths than to the surface) for the next 48 hours and then, with your fingertips wrinkled dall'ammollo prolonged sate with sollazzanti Malaysian food?
Poverillusi. Certochennò. I
and Homo, with the sun at noon on peak-heads, sunglasses and griffatissimi Scarpazza trainers with Triband pedalo in sight, we arm ourselves with good water bottle, backpack, and are easily accessible from a path walking routes. The brochure explains
pontificates:
difficulty of the trail: high
Duration: 2 hours and half-way + 2 ½ hours return
Type of route: long stretches of sunny + short but steep sections in the wildest jungle
Recommendations: early in the morning
Preparation: need for a preventive physical training
TUTTAPPOSTO.
despising danger and harnessed as Toto and Peppino on holiday in Milan, we start to usher in the crevices, deep in the dark pockets of tropical vegetation.
We see monkeys, I climb, wonder at the ubiquitous carnivorous plants, past wooden bridges suspended in the air, we are launching Da Lian long ... well! Oh well maybe not this, I left a little 'taken from the imagination.
In any case, after a long and exhausting trek, we arrive lifeless at the end of the trail ....
clothes completely soaked with sweat and stuck to him like flypaper were;
look ... well! that's definitely to throw away. And if someone had done a photo he could blackmail me for the next 10 lives and I shut up and pay.
After the "delightful" feeling of having a giant hair dryer pointed at the head for almost three hours of good ride, we arrive
as I said at the end of the route by way 'of Leonardo di Caprio in The Beach, leading to a fantastic idyllic deserted beach with an adjacent creek. We are launching
potted in water, looking cool and, above all, levandoci off the layer of insects that are glued on the skin with glue normally used for two-component jet del'areonautica military.
We dive in warm waters.
We sip our water resources (a small bottle of water - poor fools), and recuperate. From
forward-looking heroes that we are, we have full knowledge that awaits us all the way back,
necessarily be covered before dark. Otherwise
that tell of night in the middle of the jungle monkeys Nasice confronting us, or even worse to snakes poisonous hissing us crawl on your head?!
No. We simply must get back on the way up within a couple of hours.
Around us, haggard tourists, adventurers, trained and harnessed at all points, to feel proud Rambo for a night, and esaltatissimi primitive jungle experience - Me Tarzan, you Jane , are prepared with a knife between his teeth and pride at historically high levels, to achieve goals like this, pushing its possibilities to the limit, to defy nature, to feel superhero for a day and survivors of the famous island for a week.
Before returning to the city traffic.
We eppifemili to say whole, rather than Sylvester Stallone in Rambo or Sawyer on Lost, we feel Troppo Forte Carlo Verdone in (click on it to understand the hint).
In fact, soon forgetting the delusions of omnipotence and impossible to carry out missions ...
"Homo! Wait, wait .... I think I see a dot there ...
.... Yes!
Ooooo!
's right!
Homo A boat!
- I rush to the large strides with Olympic record of 100 meters -
Sorry!
Excuse me Sir!
How much to go back to the resort by boat?! "
" Only 70 Rym, madam. "
Manco has finished uttering a word, that in less than a nanosecond and I Homo catapults us, as agile as martens, the boarding of the boat motor.
Robba that not even Sandokan and Yanez during the battles against James Brooke!
Then, with a nonchalance worthy of Eppidog when they do something wrong and try not to get noticed, we are seated, making the vaguest kind of "quantèbelloilpanorama" , and ready to go.
Other than Rambo!
15 minutes and after crossing a pleasant and breezy, we stand with their legs stretched out under the table in the bar the resort, with a fruit cocktail in front and an overhead fan.
Nothing to be done.
We are too far.
... But the surprises do not end there ... JUST ENTERED IN OUR BUNGALOW TO BE CONTINUED .....
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