Tell me about: the survivor.
Still gone. Be back Sunday night.
It's been a really strange day.
This morning I woke up in a tree. This was not where I fell asleep. In fact, I don't remember going to sleep at all.
The last thing I can recall with any confidence is getting on the plane to Cancun.
And that tree didn't look Mexican to me.
I wasn't sure how high up I was - mostly due to the smoke billowing up from the fire at the base of my tree. To say that I found this rather disconcerting would be somewhat of an understatement.
Anyway, I managed to get down safely. I don't remember how, exactly. I suspect my concussion is to blame for that.
Now I'm holed up in a dusty cabin with one broken window (was that my doing?) and no food. Oh, and this blank journal and stubby pencil. Haven't seen a soul since I woke up. Though I thought I spotted a bear earlier.
Going to turn in now. Hopefully tomorrow is a little more manageable.