May be because of the weather today I felt differently. I remember the 1346 as breathtaking, up and down swinging through ever so lush green. May be because today was no postcard weather, no blue skies, it was rainy, at times heavily , at times drizzling. The sky melancholic, in the distance rain curtains touching the jungle. The green was obviously the same lush. The cool air tickled my nose adding a sensual element normally not existent. We were alone, no car no motorbike, here and there a peasant a machete tucked into his belt. What was different? Last year it was sheer beauty. This time I was wandering in the Garden Eden.