The Wild of Hienghene

I think I've seen them, or maybe I read about them in a book, the thought of dark stone cliffs covered in dense tropical plants, even better if the sky is ominous, the sort of grey clouds that form most afternoons in the tropics, the ones that bring with them the bugs and the insects but also the sweet relief from the heat of the day.

But also the suggestions that anything could be in that hill, something that until now was unseen by man, perhaps our salviation, potentially the virus that will wipe out all trace of man.

Or maybe I should just relax and swim in this river, looking up to the towering cliffs.