Leech Formicophilia Nipples Clit Blood

Leech Formicophilia Nipples Clit Blood

dscn4696

dscn4666

dscn4668

dscn4674

dscn4676

dscn4677

dscn4689

dscn4692

dscn4693

Archives Archives

Select Month
December 2018
September 2018
August 2018
October 2017
September 2017
June 2017
December 2016
September 2016
August 2016
July 2016
June 2016
April 2016
February 2016
December 2015
November 2015
August 2015
June 2015
April 2015
March 2015
February 2015
January 2015
December 2014
November 2014
October 2014
September 2014
August 2014
July 2014
June 2014
May 2014
April 2014
March 2014
January 2014
December 2013
November 2013
October 2013

Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.

Where is Ariela?

Customize

Follow

Following

Sign up
Log in
Copy shortlink
Report this content

View post in Reader

Manage subscriptions

Collapse this bar

Email (Required)

Name (Required)

Website

Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here:

Cookie Policy

My bloody sock was the final straw.
Staring at it, I wonder how the hell did the leech get under 2 layers of socks to take a bite leaving a pool of blood and a purple welt in its wake?
This in spite of the fact that I am wearing ankle-high gaitors. The leeches find their way onto my socks and boots by crawling through the front grommets of my gaitors, waiting to find my skin, and I just can’t get rid of them fast enough.
I remove perhaps the 20th leech that has either crawled up my pant leg or decided to make a temporary home inside my hiking boots.
I’m not a fan of insects and bugs at the best of times, so having leeches crawling all over me is the stuff of living nightmares.
And here I am, lucky me, living this nightmare.
I try to remove the leeches with a flick of my finger but they stay on, fixed like glue. I try to use a stick but they simply curl up into a ball. I can’t stand their slimy feel and I don’t want to pick them off with my hands. So most times I grab a leaf and use it to pull them off. At other times my ethnic Bunong guide comes to my aid and rips them off.
I can’t stand the leeches, the mosquitoes, the mud and rain coming down, the thorns, the deafening pitch of the cicadas, and the thick canopy. I am not enjoying myself one iota. I can’t believe I have spent money on this adventure. I quietly berate myself for 5 years ago after spending some time in the Amazon jungle of Peru, I realized back then that spending great quantities of time in the jungle thicket is not my cup of tea. I am an alpine mountain girl.
It takes 10 hours before I’m free and seeing sky again.
And I would have cried but I am too exhausted and relieved to cry.
So how did I get into this lovely predicament?
I am in the northeast of Cambodia in a province called Mondulkiri, in the small capital town of Sen Monorem. This province is the largest in Cambodia yet the least populated and the least visited by tourists. Its a 5-hour bus ride north from Phnom Penh along a mostly paved road, and I arrive as the skies let loose and spill their guts in a torrent of rain. Welcome to jungle country.
The scenery around is breathtaking with red, red earth and green, green forests. I am happy to be out of the hustle and bustle of the city and a bit off the tourist track. I walk around the small town and it’s a breath of fresh air not to be asked every 10 seconds if I need a tuktuk (for there aren’t any here), or have someone trying to sell me something. This is as laid back as laid back gets.
I get a room at the Sovannkiri Guest House, run by a young Aussie Callum and his Cambodian wife Sopek. For $5 a night I have a nice size room with 2 beds and a private bathroom. Hot water for showering is thrown into the deal because I offer to eat my meals in their restaurant.
I am here to explore so I find the Mondulkiri Project run by Mr Tree. He and I meet, discuss options and I sign up for a 2 day package with him. For $65, day 1 is jungle trekking with a Bunong guide to see 3 waterfalls and a cave (sounds idealic, doesn’t it?) and day 2 is participating in an elephant conservation project where you feed, walk and swim with elephants. Riding them is not allowed. I love the sound of this for I have vowed not to do anymore elephant riding after participating in a horrible 1-hour trek-by-elephant in Chiang Mai, Thailand, where the elephants were openly abused and beaten by the drunken mahouts . It broke my heart .
My 2-day package includes spending a night in the jungle platform, sleeping in a hammock. I take a pass at this due to all the rain, thinking I d rather return to the town and sleep in my bed. No problem.
The next morning Mr Tree picks me up and drives me out to the jungle platform where 2 girls (F from Brazil and T from France) have spent the night. They are to join me on the day jungle trek. And they are not too happy for they found the hammock uncomfortable, the night rain leaked through the roof, and they had both gotten sick from something they ate. I silently whisper my thanks for choosing not to do the overnight in the jungle.
I am covered from head to toe, in spite of the humidity, with long sleeve shirt and pants and a broad hat, and hiking boots and gaitors, and I have my hiking poles. And here are the girls, T and F, without hats, in short sleeves and capris. While F has hiking boots, T is wearing nike runners with ankle socks. Interesting choices, I think, considering the fact that we are in a jungle.
We are introduced to our Banong guide who doesn’t speak any English. He will lead us through the jungle in what is meant to be a 7-hour hike including a 1.5-hour break for lunch and swimming at one of the waterfalls. Mr Tree says goodbye and drives off.
The guide pours a purple liquid over our shoes and socks. I just assume it’s an anti-leech jungle remedy. And off we go.
In minutes we are sweating up a storm in the jungle humidity. The trail is covered in rotten bamboo and leaves, and the mud from last night’s rain leaves the trail slippery in spots. And worst of all the leeches ignore the purple liquid and start visiting.
Poor T in her runners is having a terrible time. She’s tired and not feeling well and the leeches are feeding on her ankles because of her choice of footwear and capris (what was she thinking??). And then F splits her capris as we trudge up a steep embankment, but at least she is carrying leggings and changes into them, a far better choice.
I don’t mind the hiking. It’s everything else. And because the guide doesn’t speak English there’s nothing to learn. As someone told me later, what makes the jungle interesting is not what you see but rather what you don’t: the medicinal herbs, how drinking water is found, plants and fruit to eat. I learn nothing. The most exciting moment is spotting a few monkeys in the canopy.
Our pace is extremely slow with T and F, and they need to take rests quite often. I hate the stopping because it gives leeches more chances to hop on board. I stay standing, constantly picking leeches off my pants and boots and socks.
We finally stop for lunch at 2pm at our first waterfall, 5 hours since we started. It’s nothing spectacular and I don’t even go down to the waters edge. I am too exhausted. Like the girls, by now I have had enough. I’m not enjoying this. I’m done. We all want out.
But of course, there isn’t any out other than continuing onwards.
We eat a bowl of rice and a few morsels of fish the guide has been carrying. It’s not a lot of food but at least it’s something to give energy. The guide feasts on rice, fortified with a side of rice whiskey and endless cigarettes.
And then it begins to rain just as we set off again.
So the jungle trek becomes a field of slippery red mud, slick like ice. And we slip and slide along. And I silently give thanks that I’ve taken my hiking poles. Going down steep embankments is a slow, slow process mostly because T cannot get any grip in her shoes. So the guide walks with her, holding her hand and slowly helping her down the trail. There is a lot of falling.
Have I mentioned how exhausted and done I am by this time?
And the guide can’t understand our misery. He has been hired to show us 3 waterfalls and a cave, so by god this he must do. At this point I don’t give a fuck. And when we arrive at the next waterfall, which also has the cave, the guide is perplexed why we’re not taking photos and admiring the scenery. I snap a few photos so we don’t hang around the waterfall lingering.
We slowly slowly trudge on. After a long climb down, we reach a river besides the final waterfall. The river is swollen from the rains. And churning in anger. And fast moving.
And guess what? This is our path. We have to cross the river.
We have no choice. We can’t go anywhere but across.
Our guide tests the river, crossing at times where the water is waist high. He makes it across safely, deposits his daypack and crosses back. He kindly takes our 3 daypacks and carries them across. He comes back for us. He indicates we are to leave on our shoes because there are many rocks in the river. We hold hands and the 3 of us and our guide step into the swollen river. And step by step we fight the current and cross safely to the other side.
Have I mentioned yet how exhausted and done I am by this time?
We collapse at the river embankment and take off our now completely waterlogged and soaking boots. The leeches haven’t let go their hold. We pick them off. It’s already 5:45pm and dusk is settling in. We still have more than an hour of hiking to do, this time in our wet clothes and soaked footwear.
To get out of the jungle valley, we have to hike up a steep trail. You’ve never seen this girl so motivated. I motor up leaving the others in my wake. And they are crying as they come up. Not the guide, of course. I think he’s amused by all this.
And finally, finally there is sky. And air. And I can breathe. And I am too exhausted and relieved to cry.
And the blue, red streaked night sky is beautiful.
But we still have at least another half an hour of trekking to get to our prearranged pick up spot.
And we do so in the dark arriving at 7pm, 10 hours after we set off.
I have never been so happy to see a car. Civilization!
I make it back to my lodge in Sen Monorem soaking wet. Callum gives me salt to put on any leeches — I find 5 more nestled in my pants and boots.
All I want now is to take a hot, hot shower. Wash the day away.
And then wouldn’t you know, in the thunder and lightening and rain storm that has started, the power goes off. And Callum’s generator isn’t powerful enough to heat water. So I take a cold shower, not even bothering to wash my hair.
I pass on dinner. All I want to do is sleep.
Pictures: Showing the day’s adventure with the hiking in the jungle, leeches, blood, some jungle views, the raging river we had to cross, and the night sky as we made it out at 7 pm. This jungle girl is finished.
Honey that sounds like torture…an amusing story but torture none the less. I am shocked they let anyone do a jungle trek in those cloths…still gives us appreciation for small pleasures! By the way I am not sure where you went with elephants in Chiang Mei but I worked at the elephant sanctuary and it was amazing no drunken anything just a profound respect for those amazing creatures
Ps when you coming home sister? You off to Burma next?
Thanks Brenna for your comments. I’m still recovering emotionally from the leeches nightmare and physically with a few welts. Yup, Burma Baby, here I come next!
I think I’m glad we didn’t add Mondulkuri to our Cambodian adventures. If you were having problems in the humidity, you can only imagine the state I would have been in. Hope the rest of the trip picks up for you…..
The provinces of Mondukiri and Kratie (where I am now) are stunningly beautiful — just not in the jungle, at least for me. In the words of the philosopher Mungo Atosh — “Jungle finished! “
How bloody awful, literally! I hope the next leg of your journey is interesting and much more enjoyable.
Wait till you read A Jungle Story Part II — working on it now.
Wow! What an adventure Ariela! You are brave fighting off those leeches – my worst nightmare too.
Wow, that’s an insane experience with those blood sucking leeches. Glad you made it out Ariela.
Hello Ariela, just logged in to catch up on your blog posts. Have re-set subscription to receive posting alerts. WOW -Leaches and Jungle-lucky no one was injured crossing river or taking a tumble. Excited to catch up on your postings. Hugs Val
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account.
( Log Out /
Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account.
( Log Out /
Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account.
( Log Out /
Change )

Notify me of new comments via email.
Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

All
Videos
Images
Galleries
Boards
Groups

Members
Boards
Classifieds

Alphabetical
Most Popular
Most Uploads

8,009 Uploads
· 1,724 Members
· 530 Forum Posts
· 3,121,214 Visitors

Home

Videos (4,079)

Images (3,930)

Forum (530)

Members (1,724)

puke

wife

gangbang

favicon.ico

pkf

webcam

amateur

daughter

couple

creampie

arab

dolcett

gay

sister

forced

taboo

hanging

stickam

spy

mother son

voyeur

torture

Alessandra Jean Porn
Naked Naughty Boat Girls
Fear Of Holes

Leech Formicophilia Nipples Clit Blood

Report Page