The guide led me into the forest with a machete and a quiet certainty. Two hours later, I emerged at a waterfall that I had no words for.
The jungle on Tanna is not passive. It presses in. Leaves the size of dinner plates. Roots that trip you mid-step. The humidity is immersive.
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