The humidity hung like a curtain in the air. Whoever said chicks don't sweat hadn't ever been here - the deepest jungle on the equator in the hottest part of the year. The mosquitos were relentless as we slowly made our way through the undergrowth. Our faces were streaked with blood from thorny branches slapping at us as we went by. Pi had it hardest of all, as her wheelchair kept getting stuck in the mire - we had to stop to dig her out about every 10 minutes. Marcie was miserable, as the collection of silly bands up and down her arms kept snagging tree limbs and holding her fast. The CI DO was weighing heavy in SL's arms - it would be a good thing to have if we ever found dry wood and something to cook in it, not to mention a way to start a fire. But for now it was just a heavy child to shift from hip to hip, with no relief to be had. I was using my Kitchenaid Santuko knife to hack through the flora and fauna, with some aid from haiku, who had found a way to user her chopsticks to part the branches. The strange thing was, none of us could remember how we even got here. We were hot and sweaty, caked with mud and blood, and breathing heavily when we came across a small clearing. Exhausted, we threw ourselves down on the ground for a rest, throwing our arms over our eyes to shield them from the sun.
I thought surely I had passed out and was hallucinating, because I suddenly thought I heard the sound of water lapping on a beach. Pi said "what the.....?" as the smell of a smokey fire wafted our way. We all sat up at once, though, at hearing JayT say "soup's on", just as a microwave chimed. We found we were on a sunny beach, clean and bikini-clad, with sangrias propped in the sand next to each of us. SL's CI DO was on the fire, simmering with chili to accompany the hotdogs JayT was pulling out of the microwave for us. We eagerly dug in, not even noticing there was nowhere to plug in the microwave. Finally, we remembered our manners, and turned to thank JT. Before we could say anything, he glinted his baby blues at us, said "nice bikinis, ladies", and smiled like a grinning Cheshire cat until even his pearly whites disappeared. Just then we noticed the Jeep with the engine running. Clambering on board, we found a map with a large X, and the expected "You Are Here" emblazoned on it. As we drove off, we threw kisses in the air, and shouted "thank you JayT!"
True Story