Restrained to a small Scottish island for the time-being, I've been having a think back to some of my most ridiculous travel experiences. This is certainly one of
It was 2008- aged sixteen and out of Europe for the first time in my life, it was understandable that an expedition into the
Honduran rainforest was pretty exciting for me. I'd been saving for over a year and couldn't sleep for weeks before we left, so by the time we had actually arrived in the jungle, I was
Look how excited I was by all these creatures...
"Oh wow! So many bees! Fascinating! I'll just let them buzz all around me as I take a photo!"
Every new bug was photographed, long, sweaty treks were greeted with boundless enthusiasm and (to my regret) this frog was so interesting that I just had to have a closer
...and then it looked at me...
The next thing I knew, it was flying through the air and landing with a splat onto my cheek! I tried to prize it off but its little feet were clinging onto my skin- two of
his toes were poking into my mouth. "Don't hurt it!" cried the sympathetic, but slightly hysterical researchers we were supposed to be
'assisting'. I was stumbling around, bent in two with a combination of laughter and panic, until I eventually managed to wiggle my two fingers
under the frog's slimy belly and un-stick him. Maybe I imagined the slurping sound as he reluctantly gave up his sticky grasp? Anyway, that was the last time I looked an amphibian in the eyes.
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