Finally, we arrived at a bend in the river, the boat drivers pulled in, and we all jumped onto the muddy river bank. Surprisingly, no one fell back into the river. Once we got ourselves organized, we made our way single file down the somewhat muddy jungle path.We had been told that if we didn’t make too much noise, we would probably see monkeys along the way. I really wanted to see monkeys. As much as I tried, I could not get our long line of eighteen eighth-graders to be quiet. It was an exercise in futility. I don’t think that it was the kids’ loud chatter that scared the monkeys away as much as it was their singing.
Oh well.
I guess your priorities are different when you’re fourteen than when you’re forty-four.
Hey kids, check it out! Rubber trees! Gather round, Mr. Mike is going to explain to how the locals harvest the sap of the rubber trees into these coconut halves. Fascinating!
Nice try, Mr. VanNoord.
They were too busy poking each other and trying to remember all the lyrics to all the verses of Taylor Swifts “Back to December.”
No seriously, see how they strip away the bark and . . . . But . . . see . . . they tap this little nozzle into the tree . . . and . . . oh, never mind. After Mike finished explaining the process to me and I got a few obligatory pictures, we had to walk at a brisk pace for several minutes to catch back up with the rest of the group.
But see . . . the rubber comes out all milky . . . and . . .
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