Staring into Faces in the Jungle

This week, once again, uncontacted tribes have been photographed from the air on the Peruvian/Brazilian boarder. Looking at these pictures instantly gave me a shot of adrenaline and brought back a fear that I have been trying to forget for a few years now. On the rainy day when I ran into a nomadic tribe, I knew my life was in danger. I knew that their lives were in danger due to my germs. But there was something more, I found myself completely terrified of their faces. And walking through the forest, now, I often turn quickly when the feeling on my spine tingles in wonder that they could be there watching. 

Jaguar Breath on My Ear at Night...

I cannot describe what it is like to wake up in the darkness of the jungle, completely alone. You know you are miles from the nearest person, and surrounded by millions and millions of trees. The stars are invisible beneath the canopy, as your hammock rocks gently, and warm breath falls in savage staccato on your neck. The claws, the teeth, those eyes... Invisible just inches from your face. Read more in this sample CLICK HERE: