29th of September
I'm bumping over the rocky road on the back of his motorcycle, peering out on the rice fields on the left and the water buffaloes feeding on the other, each on with their own little white bird loyally walking beside picking insects of their big muddy companions body. The driver shouts at a couple of passing people and then pits on a big charming smile.
His name is Amit and he's my guide through these exotic terrains, beaming with confidence and urbanity. He's a slightly bigger fella, not at all fat but just not the one you would want to hurt in any physical or mental way, mostly because of the way he would be capable of hurting you an awful lot more. Not that this would ever happen because he seems truly peaceful, driving his motorcycle accustomed through a smaller village.
The wind pours over my head as we ride along, not as the fresh breeze I'm used to but more like putting your face in a slightly lower density 35 degrees Celsius waterfall that have a slightly oily feel. I don't mind this at all, as I secure my feet on the side of the motorcycle, spread my arms and tilt my head backwards, watching the clear blue sky above.
As we pass an elephant on a slow strull along the road, not seeming to care much about anything around him, the guide promise me that we'll more of them, maybe tomorrow. It's a lot of maybes. He's used to pick up tourists like myself from the bus stop since he has done it all his life.
About 30 years old I would say he looks to be, but my judgment of age is terrible. "I was actually born in this jungle!" he said and cracked up in an other of his big harmless smiles. He continues to tell me the story of how hes mother went in to labor while still in the jungle and that he now when growing up works as a jungle guide.
"You're like the guy from the Jungle Book! He's the guy from the Jungle Book! The boy from the Jungle Book!" is all I can think of while having one of those proud excited moments when meeting a celebrity.
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