Back Ground Noise

Fighting his way through an intimidating jungle. Camping in the cold coal black night. Swimming against the current through a crocodile infested river. Climbing a vertical cliff with no support and in strong cross wind. Martin flips open his back pack to look for his cigarettes. Lights one. Sits on top of a 300 foot cliff with his feet dangling down. He thought its all going to be worth it. He looks at the most brilliant sunset over an untouched patch of rainforest. The sun seemed to gently come down to sleep like a deflated hot air balloon. As tired as he was he still had to put up his tent.

He slept..

Got up packed and started moving. He had his mind set. HE needed to reach the spring as soon as possible. He had no time to rest. after thrashing through another part of the jungle he saw a pack of ferocious baboons. He tried hard to avoid being detected as the baboons guard their territory fiercely. He had to run for it eventually.

He knew he was close by he saw the skull markings on the side the elephant grave yard , the old tree which looked like a giraffe and the sign read 100 mts to the spring. He started sprinting his journey was coming to an end. Elated ecstatic and mad are 3 words to be used to describe him now. His long year long travel came to an end.

He reached the spring. It looked nothing like the one he envisioned. It wasn’t grand at all. The old fool lied to him. He decided that he hates old men from bars that tell you a magnificent story about magical things and hand you a map. He hated him self.

All he was thinking was a year long journey back.
Past the ferocious baboons.. Down the vertical cliff.. Swimming through crocodile infested wa...

Martin stood there cursing the cloud..