by martinhesp

Some people have emailed me direct to ask if I was joking about bat-shite disease – alas, I wasn’t it really did nearly do for me by going to live in a cosy place in one of my heart valves. Which was weird.

Martin Hesp journalist

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A few years ago I went to a jungle and nearly died.

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That wasn’t good. I wasn’t good at dying. Far too afraid of the great unknown.
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Anyway, it gave me something to write about when I got home from the place in which these photos were taken, and I ended up in hospital.
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These are the people I was with in the middle of the rainforest.
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Just looking at the photos kind of scares me now.
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The thing about jungles is that there are lots of very, very tiny things in there waiting to get you.
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My little demons seem to have been microbes introduced into my bloodstream from bat shit. Nice. Didn’t want to go down the wretched bat cave anyway.
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I have wondered ever since how these folk survive all those evil microbes. Maybe they ingest so many, they’re just immune.
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It took me two years to…

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