Wow. I have to tell you a bit about the Jungle.

Koh Sok National Park is set halfway between Takua Pa and Sura Thani ( & Krabi?).

On a tropical farm of fruit trees and fields amid valleys of rubber trees and rivers. The "Mountain", offers the traveller a multitude of jungle treks, lake.

I just discovered for REAL what kind of environment we are really in.

On arriving at our bungalow, after the seven minute walk through cut jungle, there was a spider.

OK, I'm a guy who carves things with his Swiss army knife, and carried a snake stick on the walk along the river.

I can handle a spider.

I walk up to the bungalo porch.

I look at it.

It's fairly big.

I look closer.

Yep. It's big.

I think again about where we are. I thought 'It could be poisonous one, although no-one's told me about any dangerous spiders (except for tarantulas), I don't know.'

"It's a tarantula," Lisa shouts from the lawn where she is standing around the fire.

No, I turn back to the spider.

No, tarantulas are more fuzzy, and black.

This is about the size of my outstretched palm, and the legs are "real" legs.

I don't mean the spindly legs of the normal household spider, these legs were thick. Thick like Alaskan Crab Legs.

I waited for the owner of the bungalo outfit, Tim, to arrive. She's was born in the jungle, she'll know.

She'll know whether it's something to worry about.

Tim and a few of her helpers arrived to spend some time with us. I made sure I kept a close eye on our new 8 legged friend.

You know what they did? They just shooed it away with a broom! Though all it did was move onto the OTHER SIDE of our bungalo.

I though maybe they'd just pick it up, but they said that wouldn't be the way to handle it. It was a tree-spider which jumped ONTO small rodents and birds, poisoned them and ate them...

Ick.

I am typing this in bed, a few hours later.

I wonder where it went exactly...

I look over at Lisa, asleep. It must be 1.15am or so.

I'm not getting up to see.

The crickets are chirping...

birds are hooting...

bugs are tweeting...

gibbons are calling...

frogs are croaking...

It's so noisy out here in nature.

I need sleep, if I can sleep with this racket.