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Originally Posted by Seahawk
No kidding...back in the '80's, on my fourth or fifth stay in the Philippines, two other pilots from my detachment and me decided to take a course in jungle survival for three days. We were in port for a week so we could bookend other more leisurely pursuits to ease our pain.
The course, run by the military, was called JEST (I think)...not sure what it stands for.
Here is what I learned: The jungle is where all manner of evil creatures big and small set up shop. They are often deadly, and extract the life from their victims in ways that would make J. Mengele blush.
When not deadly, our jungle friends are often parasitic and take great advantage of the hotel services resident in humans...we are the Beverley Wilshire of hosts. They often depart without leaving a tip, preferring instead to leave behind all sorts of viral strains undetectable to modern science until your donk falls off.
You can wear jungle air, you just can't breath it.
I sweat like Joe Biden on Jeopardy every second of every day I spent there.
There is tons of food in the Jungle, none that can be found at Best Foods.
Great experience, though. The Native instructors seemed amused.
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My experience was very different but not dissimilar.
Four couples, best friends, set off on a two week trip into the heart of Borneo. Up the Skrang River on two Dayak longboats—starting from Kuching. Our Dayak guides had wooden pegs stuck through their dicks, and yard long machetes. The jungle was insane. The things we did were insane. The Dayaks were insane. Two people from our group had complete nervous breakdowns. Three got extremely ill. The whole thing was a combination of Lord of the Flies and The Heart of Darkness. None of the people on that trip will speak to one another today (20 years later.)
Complete freak show. I'll remember every second as long as I live.