I often contemplate which ecosystem I would prefer to be lost in, should such an unfortunate fate befall me. Would I choose the forests of my youth, with bone chilling winter temps and blood-sucking summer ticks perhaps being my biggest threat? The mountains, with its unpredictable, chaotic weather? Canyons, easier to navigate, but a flash flood risk? The open ocean?
As we set out on our guided jungle night hike, I occasionally felt too co-dependent. Co-dependent on Victor, our guide, who navigated twists and turns with ease, as stealth as possible in the pitch black. My normal attempt to mentally check off navigational features was useless. I was lost.