I have been to the touristy, somewhat sterile, forest parks but decided that I wanted to experience the real thing. So I accompanied Dave and Cullan on one of their walks in the genuine tropical forest.
It is adjacent to the city but within a few meters you are cocooned by Nature, and the manic sounds of the city are silenced. It is entering another world.
"Uh oh. It's about to rain. We better make our way back."
I'm Irish. I know what rain is. I can handle it.
A few drops made their way through the leaves. They were warm and refreshing, not like Irish ones. After a few moments they were getting stronger and more plentiful. We espied this motorbike parked plonk in the middle of the forest. W contemplated stealing it for a quick get away, but figured the three of us would never fit on it.
The the heavens really opened and there was a downpour.It was as if someone was pouring buckets of water over us. Dave was quite apologetic, as if he was causing it. I tried to explain that it was all part of the experience and I was enjoying i.a
Granted now that I've done it, wouldn't like it to happen EVERY day of my hols.
We made it home, soaked and bedraggled.