There are fifty seven stone-steps going down into the jungle. They open out into a square surrounded by huge trees. A hammock swings between, probably two of the oldest but strongest trees of the forest. These trees go almost hundred feet up into the sky. Just beyond the hammock a stream flows making a rippling sound as it rolls on the pebbles.
I climb down the last step, take off my haversack and lie on the hammock. The sun comes up from behind the mountains creating a golden glow. With the chirping of birds the jungle is waking up. Wind picks up and swings the hammock. I close my eyes and think I could lie down here forever.