In the jungle...

It’s either Jurassic Park or Indiana Jones; I can’t decide. In any case, Spielburg must be involved somewhere and I’m sure John Williams is crouching behind a bush because we just managed to isolate the theme tunes. But they’re not, it’s all real: real jungle, real waterfalls, real temples. In place of peril and doom there’s a guy with a walkie-talkie telling us not to jump on the bridge, Europeans atop temples in the pizza hut style chanting the gospel according to Michelin to their companions. Guides sit in the shade, more absorbed by the newspaper word search, awaiting their return. Curious insects hover above the grasses, butterflies flicker through the undergrowth and monkeys howl from the hills sounding more like King Kong but no one’s head is turned.