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I probably should’ve listened to the men in the village. Their enthusiasm about guiding me through the jungle had quickly dissipated after I leaned my head against my open palm, closing my eyes. “I want sleep jungle. Two days. Have Dong, I pay”. No amount of money I could afford would do it. One of them had pointed his finger to his head, and they all had started laughing dismissively. A sleepless night later, here I was. Although I wasn’t exactly sure where “here” was. Despite making it to this vantage point, I couldn’t see anything. No village, no road. | ||
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Wowwww!!!!
Marvellous…It is so interesting seeing that you are so passioned with those kind of travels (adventures, landscapes, silence, paradise!!)
You impress me a lot, did you know? I have always dream to travel this way, but when will I put my project on track?!
Good job Yannick:)
J-P
it appears that your project is exactly on track: You are part of the 17 wonderful students I’m accompanying to a very poor and remote area of Peru this summer to volunteer in orphanages and schools, aren’t you? Seems like quite an adventure to me.
Ah, i hate the feeling of being lost, happened a few times as a kid. That intense panick is nothing i would want to experience again. That is an AWESOME picture by the way. Cant wait to see some more postcards, i really think u started something big. The combination of photographic artwork and such limited but rich litterature is a really good idea.
Just to clarify something (potentially embarrassing) that has been brought to my attention: The Dong is the vietnamese currency. 🙂
I was there about a month ago <3 in he exact same spot 😀