We arrived at the compound late last night. We are now unpacked and partaking in rituals adopted by those before us. The land surrounding us is thick in foliage, damp and dense which brings with it many bloodsuckers. We are becoming one with DEET…not to be confused with YEET( which is not effective and repeated exposure can lead to encounters with men in white coats)

The captors have THREE accomplices here…and a second male of undetermined status (for sake of time I will hereforth refer to them as the MOUS’s -not to be confused with ROUS’s which we have not encountered and I pray that they, along with the fire swamp, do not exist!)

Today the 2 MOUS’s, had lapses in judgement, a no longer uncommon occurrence. They have spent time teaching the FIVE accomplices the art of using mechanical weapons that throw small particles made of metal into aluminum cans. While it seems harmless as you read this…imagine the horror of knowing there are not one, not two, but FIVE mini captor’s learning this art, if you can even call such debauchery an art!! Just as I begin to fall into a comforting oneness with nature I am reminded that I know not what tomorrow holds. Til tomorrow dear friends-if tomorrow comes