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Saturday, 05 July 2008

Rumble in the Jungle - Page 3

Written by Phil Goldman
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If my first three weeks in the Thai jungle taught me one thing, it was this: I was not prepared, mentally or emotionally, to be a guide. There was nothing I could really do about that, and while it’s never stopped me from doing anything before (and it certainly wasn’t going to stop me now), I figured the least I could do was be better equipped.

Hehehe! What was the hell was that? It seemed to be coming from behind me. Hehehe!

I turned around very slowly. There they were… the Danish girls. Their hands were over their mouths, barely restraining themselves from giggling. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You stop every time we throw away a banana peel, then you sniff around like a… a mouse. Here, look,” she threw a peel off into the bush, Tcht!

philThey all burst out laughing. I took off my hat. It just didn’t seem to fit right anymore.

© Phil Goldman

Author Bio:

Being a ne'er-do-well and a jack of no trades, Phil Goldman has worked as a jungle guide, improvisational actor, nude model, bank spy, martial arts instructor, and just missed being a male stripper in Tokyo (too hairy). He supposes he will eventually write about all of it.

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