Just 20 meters up the trail, over a small hill, the screams continued and my mind raced to connect their chilling echo to something, anything, I have heard in the past – some clue or point of reference to orient my panic.
Nothing. These screams were like nothing I had ever heard before. Without help from my memory, my mind turned to imagining what it could be…
VERY angry monkeys? VERY angry wild boars? VERY angry monkeys fighting VERY angry wild boars? Or, perhaps, a monkey or boar being eaten by a VERY hungry bear.
This is shaping up as a fascinating travelogue. (The screamers were monkeys, by the way).