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Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica. Right... rant warning. I've always had a strange desire to test myself by being washed up on a desert island, but I fear that my skills at survival would be no match for a lack of will. ..As I walked along a trail I recognised several fruit trees, taro roots (which are a great form of jungle carbs but need to be cooked or they will poison you), and a couple of useful trees for making bows or shelters. But I couldn't stretch out the work-dodging for ever, and I needed to rush back to the toilet again anyway! I've completely lost my appetite and fear I insulted Selina by not eating her lunch burritos. After that I had to lay down and felt so weak I couldn't bring myself to leave my bed. And it was raining heavily. And the dogs had had diarrhoea all over the porch. And the cat had puked on the sofa. And I ran out fags the day before yesterday. Considered a 3 hour trek through the mountainous snake-infested rainforest with a machete to the shop but thought that might be admitting addiction. I remained hidden under my mosquito net while Selina cleaned up the various soils.

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