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The night drags on with only the sound of the creatures wandering the jungle to keep me company. The four walls of dirt surrounding me are beginning to feel claustrophobic but I know better than to venture out into the jungle. After a lot of fuss and uncomfortable positions I’m able to pull my shovel out of my pocket and widen up the space around me. Eventually it’s wide enough for me to lay out my work bench and breathe. Next I take out Mr. Stabby, in the dim night light I can barely make out the shape of it so I run my hand along the blade instead.
Great chunks of it are missing, and the parts that are left are so splintered or dulled that I doubt I could even cut one of the many leaves that have fallen on me throughout the night. Mr. Stabby’s tip is now nothing more than a rounded lump, if anything attacks me tonight I won’t stand a chance. I reach into my pocket and take stock of what I have. I have enough material to make another wooden sword but what would be the point? It hasn’t even been a week and already this one’s not even sharp enough to be used as a tooth pick.
I need to make a sword out of something stronger, something more resilient. Something that’ll make pigs and sheep alike quiver in fear at the sight of it. I need a Mr. Stabby 2.0! But what to make it out of? So far in my travels I’ve come across wood, which I’ve got plenty of seeing as how I’m in a jungle. Snow, which I’ve had enough of, water, which wouldn’t make a very good sword, come to think of it neither would leaves or vine. Or dirt…
Dejected I sit down on my one block by one block floor and stare up at the night sky, wondering what I’m going to make the new Mr. Stabby out of. As I watch clouds drift by and listen to the hungry moans of zombies, and hiss of digi-freaks it comes to me. It comes to me in the shape of a flooded cave that I discovered what feels like weeks ago but is only half a day ago. Stone! But where to find stone when I’m sitting in a hole in the middle of a jungle?
A few hours, sticks, and planks of wood later and I’ve managed to make my first pickaxe. I wonder how useful it’ll be given that it’s all made of wood…but that doesn’t matter now, it’s still dark out and I have nowhere to go but down. I spend some time digging with my shovel before I 
come across any stone. Drenched in sweat and growing hungry I wonder at the sense of tiring myself out even more by trying to mine the stone. Another look at the state of Mr. Stabby reinforces my conviction and I begin to mine.
Eventually I mine enough stone to make a new sword, my small room has become stifling and I head for the surface for some fresh air. The fresh cool air washes over me drying the sweat on my face and neck. Even hidden beneath a tree it feels great to be outside, I sit down against the trunk of the tree and rest. My stomach growls, I realize I’m a lot hungrier than I thought and I don’t have any way of cooking the raw meat that I’ve collected.
From where I’m hidden I can see that they aren’t any monsters around the nearby lake, I haven’t heard any in a while so I decide to venture out. Before I go too far I wrap some black wool around a bunch of leaves near the entrance to my safe house so that I can find it later. At the lake which I know realize flows into a river I wash the sweat off my face and drink some water, it’s refreshing and as I drink I notice a chicken further out splashing in the water. Who knew chickens liked to bathe at night?
As I search I stay close to the water shaking nearby trees and hoping an apple or some other fruit will fall out. I make it a little under halfway along one side before I hear the monsters, at first I thought it was leaves rustling in the wind a little ways off but then I realize it’s the rattling of a skeleton working its way toward me. It hasn’t seen me yet and before it does I run back to my hole in the ground, snatch up my wool and duck inside. Once I’ve managed to calm down I head over to my crafting table and spend the next few hours working the stone into something resembling a baseball bat.
I don’t have the right tools to make it into a real sword so this will have to work. By the end of my work the cave has begun to grow brighter and before I leave I bury Mr. Stabby. As soon as I’m out of the hole I head back to the lake, maybe I can catch some fish. In the distance I notice 
something big moving beneath the surface, I keep watching and eventually it breaks enough water for me to get a good look at it. It looks like a squid, but how could a squid live in a lake?
I ignore it and instead head deeper into the jungle, maybe I can find some fruit now that I can see what’s in the trees better. I spend most of the morning wandering and getting hungrier, paving a way through the jungle with my baseball bat sword thing. Sweat runs down my back, my shirt is stickes to me and the deeper into the jungle I go the thirstier I get. I come across a clearing with a mini-jag about to attack some sheep, that are drinking at a pond.
I still want to tame one so forgetting my thirst and exhaustion I run over to it waving a piece of raw meat in the air. All of my noise scares the sheep away and the cat dashes up the side of a small ledge. I manage to catch up to it a few times waving the meat in its face, and every time I do it ignores the meat and keeps running. The chase goes on until I’m not sure where I am anymore only that I’m still in the jungle, at one point it leaps off the side of a cliff and without hesitation I follow.
We land on top of a tree where a pig is also standing, the cat starts to chase the pig which somehow begins to jump up the side of another cliff face. As I’m chasing it up the cliff I slip, crash through some trees and roll along the forest floor until a tree trunk stops me. I’m in more pain than I can understand so I lay there for a bit gasping for air. Somewhere high above me the pig squeals, and I see the branches of a tree 
shaking violently. I know the cat is up there, and if it’s feeding it’ll be standing still long enough for me to capture it.
Ignoring the pain I hobble over to the cliff face and climb. It takes hours but I eventually reach the top so delirious from pain, hunger, and exhaustion that I can no longer remember why I climbed up in the first place. I spend some time wandering along tree tops only stopping long enough to climb higher or stare at the sun; hours slip by in seconds at the top of the jungle, but no matter how high I climb there is always something higher.
I remember wanting to climb even higher and then there’s a blank in my memory and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on the edge of a tree looking down at a river with a piece of raw meat in my hand. My mouth waters at the sight of the blood and dirt covered meat, I lower my head and raise my hand bringing it closer to my mouth. It grazes my lips coating them with blood when the branch I’m sitting on snaps and I begin to fall. The meat flies out of my hand, but I barely notice, I’ve just realized that I am about to die.
I close my eyes…
The Roundhouse went interactive on Saturday 10 March, as they live streamed Maverick Sabre’s sold-out show from their Live Broadcast page online.
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Setting out upon his largest tour to date this month of March, following several sell-outs in his previous tours, this event looks set to be another unforgettable offering from the unique London Irish lad. Especially as talented female rapper Ms. Dynamite is going to ‘Wile Out’ as a special guest alongside him.
Believe it or not, Maverick Sabre has only just released his debut album: ‘Lonely Are The Brave’ – Irish fans got their hands on the LP a little earlier, on January 27, while the UK release was on February 6. Fans were familiar with him thanks to stunning singles ‘Let Me Go’, ‘I Need’, and ‘No One’.
While his reggae-fusion, soul sound has fluencies with other artists like Amy Winehouse and Daniel Merriweather; Maverick Sabre undoubtedly brings his own nuances to the audio. It is, quite literally, his voice that has done the talking towards his earned success. Not only that, but his voice is given substance by the lyrics of his songs.
There is a depth and full frontal realism to his self-penned lyrics – documenting his childhood transition from Hackney to Ireland with unnerving honesty and unabashed attitude, which will ring true to those with similar childhood experiences, and indeed anyone that understands the consequences of ‘Broken Britain’. It is the dichotomy of his soul tracks meeting his hard lyrics that make listening to Maverick Sabre such a unique and all-encompassing experience.
He has a story to tell, per se, thanks to the path preceding his chart success – he has relevance as a socially aware voice for his generation. So often, artists with real-life underground experiences do not get to portray it in the mainstream – or when they do, artists so often choose not to. Maverick Sabre smacks of a man that is still firmly rooted to his past, in how it has defined him as a person and as an artist – it gives him a unique position of authority and responsibility to speak for the underclass and bring his life experiences to the forefront.
Maverick Sabre discovered his voice in a transition from rapper to singer, via his mixtape ‘Travelling Man’ – a unique blend of Irish-Cockney.
In the last year he has toured with Snoop Dogg, combined with Professor Green – and won an NME Award for their duet on ‘Jungle’. His genres have been mixed because he has also worked with Chase and Status and Cee-Lo Green, and has the expanded audience that comes with it: from rap and hip-hop fans, to dubstep and drum and bass, to Jools Holland’s acoustic sessions.
In the spring of 1999, armed with little more than a description from a book and a map labeled “all elevations unknown,” Sam Lightner and his German rock-climbing buddy, Volker, found themselves deep in the jungles of Borneo on a mission to climb a mountain that was only rumored to exist. What little they knew about the mountain they had learned from the memoirs of Major Tom Harrisson, a British World War II soldier who in 1945 had been assigned the near-impossible mission of parachuting blindly into the thick Borneo rainforest–where the natives had a grisly habit of cutting off heads–to try to reclaim the island for the Allies.
A captivating, utterly original combination of travel adventure memoir and historical re-creation, All Elevations Unknown charts Lightner’s exhilarating and at times harrowing quest to ascend the mountain Batu Lawi in the face of leeches, vipers, and sweat bees, and to keep his team together in one of the earth’s most treacherous uncharted pockets. Along the way, he reconstructs a fascinating historical narrative that chronicles Tom Harrisson’s adventures there during the war and illuminates an astonishing piece of forgotten World War II history. Rife with suspense and vivid detail, the two intertwining tales open up the island of Borneo, its people, and its history in a powerful, unforgettable way, taking adventure writing to new heights.
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As we neared the shaman’s cabin on stilts, a teenage, cherub-shaped boy emerged from the door and led us up a set of exterior stairs into the main room with a long wooden bench against the back wall and a tiny stool in the center. Without a word, the boy disappeared, so we sat on the bench and waited. When at last Don Alfonso entered, I couldn’t help but stare. I knew what to expect, but seeing him in person was surreal. His crown and his arms were adorned with colorful macaw feathers. Several layers of beaded necklaces hung around his neck as well as more impressive necklaces made from the teeth of jaguars and shells of river creatures. Bright streaks of red dye from achiote seeds marked his weathered face. He sat on the stool, lit a cigarette, and waited for us to initiate an exchange.
Aunt Belén’s movement was so slight that at first I didn’t detect it. From her backpack, she slid out Uncle Enrique’s leather journal. It had been almost twenty years since I’d seen that book but I recognized it and the drawing she pulled out of it. She rose to her feet and approached the shaman. His eyes grew wide as she handed the drawing to him, and I knew what he was going to say before he said it. “The Cayramashi.” His voice was higher and wavered more than I expected. “The Cayramashi contains the wisdom of the greatest shamans.” He called out to his son who quickly came. He gave the drawing to the boy who, handling the paper carefully, disappeared into the back room. The shaman guided Belén to sit. He sang, his voice interrupted by periodic coughs, and waved a branch of dried leaves over her head. This, Colin later explained, was a limpia, and the shaman, despite the cigarette in his mouth, was not a chain smoker. The smoke served to cleanse the patient’s body of evil spirits. When he had finished, he took Belén by the hand to the back room. There was more singing, then silence. We waited for hours, filling our time by wandering around the cabin as Omar identified the plants and wildlife.
Angel’s Trumpets outside the Shaman’s cabin
It was late in the evening before Don Alfonso emerged. “She has cancer,” he said.
We had traveled for sixteen total hours for the shaman to tell us what we already knew. But perhaps that’s what many great journeys do, confirm what we already know to be true.
Cockscomb Basin and Victoria Peak The jaguar is beloved and hated in Belize. It’s a symbol of the co
HELLO everyone, so as promised I am about to regale you with the wondrous storey of our trip to the Seattle starting with the ZOO! this post is gonna be a little different because both myself and Amanda will be writing.
"Teamwork"
So I (James) will go first as my wife is presently selling one of our items “yay”. So this past Monday I got a facebook message from my mate Drew saying that he would be playing a show in Seattle on Tuesday night. Since I hadn’t seen him in forever and I felt a lot like a small adventure with my beautiful wife. We decided to get a hotel for the evening and go to the show. We left super early on Tuesday but got stuck at the border so we didn’t get to the zoo until like 1pm. However our spirits remained undampened and we were psyched to see some animals. Like this guy
isn’t he a dear – no he’s a lion
We very quickly realised that we freaking love the zoo, all the animals and the myriad sounds and styles they’re designed in its incredible. We saw soo many amazing creatures and observed there rather hilarious behaviors “theres nothing quite as funny as teasing a meerkat with peacock feather through some glass, except teasing a bunch of penguins with a peacock feather through some glass
We also stumbled upon a creature of particularly rare beauty
mmmmhhhhhmm
I’m almost done typing for my part but I just wanna mention that whilst we were visiting the zoo we spoke to some of the keepers and they had terrific insights on the animals, how they live, and sadly how there way of life is in danger because of deforestation, pollution, waste, and lack of support. There are a whole bunch of problems in the world and I’m glad that my wife and I try to live our lives and run our business in such a way as to decrease the impact we have on our planet. Pirate Furniture Designs / SexyFurniture uses 100% reclaimed and resourced wood to make all of our products help support us by spreading the word of both our blog and our business.
lets keep this guy "Maurice" being awesome
As James said (this is Amanda now) it was really cool to see all the different animals that most people would never know about because they are from far away exotic places. Now a lot of people don’t like zoo’s because they think it is unfair for the animals to be take from their natural habitat.
I do agree that it seems cruel, I even had a moment in our visit to the zoo where I met Maurice (the monkey in the above photo). After seeing how “sad” Maurice seemingly looked I felt bad for him. However my husband graciously reminded me that Maurice and a lot of the other endangered animals were safer in the zoo than out in the wild. Also having them there brings an awareness to what is happening to their homes in the wild.
My husband was right, as usual.
This guy let me get really close to him to capture his magnificent colours.
Going to the zoo was an eye opener for James and I. We realized that there are so many beautiful creatures that are threatened everyday by our wasteful lifestyles. It really made us even more passionate about the purpose behind our business and how we live.
After doing a little research since our trip I realized how ignorant I have been to how much a change we can make in our everyday life. Simple things like changing our light bulbs to energy efficient light bulbs. Turning out the lights. Not only do you save money by living Eco-friendly but you help persevere the planet.
I am so glad we went to the zoo.
We are going to be posting tips on our Facebook page about how you can make a difference in your everyday living to help save the environment and the endangered species out there.
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This beauty is viewable at the Woodland Park Zoo, in Seattle, WA
Shhh…..
Right now engaged in DEEEEEEEP listening….
When I’m not transcribing old interviews that should have been done 2 weeks ago. Or taking care of a slightly still shocked cat.
I promise to get some word out tomorrow about my time at Tectonics. Mrs Sex Farm is off to her Parents for the weekend which means i can get some typing done.
In the meantime, here is one of the best Jungle tracks of all time, etc, etc. Played the Raime FACT mix (of which this was the opening tune) at mt friend Aðalsteinn´s stag do and it saved the night (or was the alcohol?)
Goodnight…
