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Monkey's remember their names. I looked around in the forest for anything of use. I had either find or make shelter. I searched my pockets and found my Swiss<b> army </font></b>knife with saw blade and scissors included in its array of useful tools and a cigarette lighter that I held in my palm cherishingly. Also the compass I wore around my neck was still . In my jacket pocket was some chocolate and nut bars. I tried work out the nature of the climate by what was growing and soon decided was a temperate climate by the jumble of vines and odd crop of bamboo. I decided climb up the hillside I was on get a better view of my surroundings and after a while I got glimpses of the neighboring jungle valley. I stopped regularly so I could hear whatever was about. was numerous types of birds and once or twice I thought I detected the faint cry of monkeys. After guessing which way the monkeys were I took note of on my compass. As I worked closer them I began see promising trees that sported nuts and fruit high up. I was reminded of Brazil as I had often been in my younger days with my dealt with coffee beans. His love of the forest saw him venture off into the forest for hours plotting his way by his compass. I was also aware of how Indonesians used bamboo. You could make receptacles for holding water, for cooking in and all sorts of temporary shelters could be knocked up quickly. was also many types of pipes and flutes that could be made and was a fun way pass the time concocting one that worked. When the land level dipped back a height above the river I found some thick stemmed bamboo and decided use the saw blade cut and fashion a bamboo water flask. Then as the night time approached I found a suitable place knock up a quick shelter against an overhanging rock wall. I started a fire too and collected some wood. That was how I spent my first night and did awake the next morning somewhat restored after some sleep. I looked around the river bank in the morning for animal tracks and saw what I imagined was a Monitors claw marks and tail imprints upon the sand. Then I filled up the water flask I'd made securing the hole with the wooden bung I'd shaped . I'd had much experience of being on my own in the bush so I wasn't too fazed by it. I thought the best thing to do was find those monkeys and see what they were feeding on. I munching on one of the chocolate bars as I traveled in the compass direction as I'd decided on yesterday. was important not go around in circles. This was sometimes a difficult thing do if the topography didn't suit. I thought I may build a raft and see where the river took me if an overland route could not be found. A route to where I didn't exactly know. a chance encounter with another human would help me find a civilization someplace. the humans were hostile here too if they did exist. I didn't imagine the doc would ever manage to show up here again and I ran through my mind that last time seeing him at that time of panic and I tried to put together what I saw him trying to say as the craft started to move off. I imagined he said 'I'll get back to you, some....' some day perhaps was all he could say. 
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6/2/2022 4:20 pm |
I will get to the monkeys next time..
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If doc ever comes back, she may just kill him with that pocket knife.
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6/2/2022 5:04 pm |
If doc ever comes back, she may just kill him with that pocket knife. 
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