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The House On The Hill
Me, Clarence and Inge took our original positions back in the van and set off behind Gold Teeth and his men in their jeeps. A couple of hundred metres further on, a road marked private branched off and curved to the left up the hill, steeper than a night in the Ritz. The rainforest jungle chattered with life either side of the narrow road. Beautiful, but deadly. I saw a large, colourful snake slither into the grass as the van rumbled by, the road getting tougher and rockier the higher we climbed. The van struggled to keep up with the trail of dust kicked out by the army jeeps, but we made it up, thanks to some determined gear changing by Clarence. The jungle got thicker before it got thinner, trees with giant leaves leaning lazily over the road, but after a minute
