Aychtearayee

    Clouds drift blithely across the pale sky as I ride towards Brazil. Fortunately this jet is small, providing a delightfully crampt seating arrangement. Clutter has comforted me through my youth, and I am grateful for it now, due to my anxiety at this moment. Never before have I traveled to Brazil, though I have often wished to be the adventurous sort, my instincts simply don't allow for journies of thie persuasion.

    Forthright, the pilot signals me to prepare for landing. Time has passed so stealthily thanks to my day dreaming and vivid reflection, therefore this command caught me off guard. I quickly glanced through the window, seeing for the first time, the Amazon Rainforest. To most this would be a breathtakingly beautiful sight, but it's humid nature and vastness summoned only a feeling of nausea in the bowels of my stomach. Suddenly I recall Forthright had instructed me to assume landing positions, I buckle my vinyl strap and and being gathering my parcels.

    As we descend, I finally notice the cave where I will be spending the majority of my stay. It's rigid surface seems undesirable, as if it nearly screams, "Keep away if you are easily frightened in the face of extreme danger!", I now realize how severely I loath my occupation. It is now evident why I am the first pioneer to explore this ominous cavern.