00 hours Its a jungle access, baby. I’m referring to the original dimension: vines, monkeys, squawking birds, terrible critters. I am one of the most important U.S. citizens in Asia. Forty minutes after using air from the Army base, Subic Bay in the Philippines, and Manila, I sat in the Quonset hut. During the Vietnam War, soldiers came here for the Jungle Environment Survival Training (JEST) program, to find ways to keep their skins if ever they were shot down on enemy territory. Their preachers belonged to the tribal tribes Anna, which made the surrounding forests their home since ancient times.
Then the fight was over. The army eventually withdrew from all its bases. Jungle College is in trouble: How to make a home when the best company leaves the metropolis? Targeting the tourism market seemed unanswered at first. Who pays to go through a gentle, rain-forested area for laughter?
As I wait for my guide to arrive at 0945 hours, an excursion bus pulls into the parking lot and several hundred Filipino overweight college students pass out. For their sake, the jungle school has distributed some alternative military features, including key chains, woven caps, and an open gift shop selling wood ashes in the shape of a water buffalo. I began to realize that it was like Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now, in which he was waiting to go up.
My manual for a thousand hours indicates a little sleep. Built like the Julio Benito 35 and the Olive-Drab Fireplug. What am I, a light creature in the woods with a straw skirt and a bone through his nose? Uh. . . Like. Well, never thoughts.
We begin with a tour of the animal cages, where site visitors can find great study wildlife that are usually hidden inside the undergrowth. There is a civet that shares a cage with a trio of young pigs, a 26-foot python, and a white-breasted sea eagle – the “endangered breed” Julio boasts. Next door is a 3 foot tall monitor lizard, which is like my gym bag after I forgot to open it for two weeks. “It tastes like a bird,” Julio said. “For most Filipinos, this is their favorite.”
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1015 hours enough chitchat; It’s time for the original. Julio leads the steep trail into the forest. Every few minutes he stops picking up a new kind of leaf from the undergrowth. There is a vinegar plant whose leaves give a good zing to wild cooking; Iodine plant, whose sap treatment helps with cuts and burns; And the coffee tree. “This is my coffee tree. You can find black pods scattered on the ground. Inside the pods you will find beans. You can roast them on fire and then boil them,” Julio said with delight of the infomercial pitchman. Put them in a bamboo box, and it tastes like espresso. We also have another plant that tastes just like tea! “Impressive. Jungle 7-Eleven Chocolates. Is this what I came here for? It is flat at ninety-five levels, and ninety-nine percent of the humidity. Path levels at the bamboo garden by Gargling Brook. Julio crashes into a 3-inch diameter bamboo stand. With a few waxes of his bolo sword — a brief but sturdy machete — he loses 3 5-feet. He pulls to the stage spot a few feet away, and the splits start jumping. Here’s a chop, a chop, and voilà: drinking a cup. Walk, walk: a spoon. A fork. A plate. A rice cooker. His apparent delight in his own ability reminds me of a balloon-twisting magician at a kid’s party.
For 1045 hours Julio waxes poetic about his ability to survive in the wild of humans. “My friend,” he tells me — and he starts to think he’s forgotten my name— “My friend, I could just pop out here and be here for a month, twelve months, without anything. Do you already know that? The day will not even exist, but b