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a big reality check for me. I have to be careful that I don't injure myself
so badly that I can't keep running. I have all the logistics rummaging
around in my brain and am delighted that Brooke, Dillon and Rachael
are here, but I simply can't allow my mind to wander from the task at
hand, because one lapse of concentration is all it would take to bring
me, and the entire run, crashing down.
Brooke, Dillon and Rachael gathered around for one last hug
goodbye before I set off on this next big challenge. My team is scared
for me. The kids have been spooked by the machineguns my guards
are carrying. The sight of the heavily armed soldiers rammed home to
them that I am about to undertake possibly the most dangerous part
of my journey. If there was no need for an armed guard, there wouldn't
be one. I can't wait to come out the other side next week and tell them
all about my experiences in the jungle.
Suddenly, one of the guards started singing, in a sweet, low voice,
a folksong about the delights of Panama. It was truly surreal: being
serenaded as I was about to enter the most dangerous place on earth.
It has been a hot, still day. The river was murky, and the jungle on the
mountains ahead looked black-green and thick. I pulled on the sturdy
hiking boots with extra strong heel grips that I'm going to be wearing
through this section, climbed into the canoe with my protectors and
cameraman, and set off up the river into the DariƩn jungle.
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