If I had thought the humidity was bad when I was on the ship, it was nothing compared to how it was as I entered the jungle. Passing from the beach to the trees was like passing through a wall of water, each one of the drops clinging to me.
"Ugh," grunted Désiré as he tried to scrape the moisture off his face. "Dis place sucks."
I had to raise my eyebrow at his words, but I couldn't disagree. Seeing how the vines were stretching out to grab the guys, I could see how they thought it would suck. But for me, it was like entering a different version of the house.
Everything around me seemed to want what was best for me, and I could feel the pleasure of the plants when I glanced at them. I mean, I wouldn't say no to some air conditioning, but all in all, this place wasn't nearly as bad as I was worried about.
