Thick undergrowth obscures our path. We step over huge tree roots and duck under low hanging vines. Up ahead, our guide stops and stares into what looks to us as an impenetrable wall of foliage. Then, he points. We follow the line of his finger and there, through the understory, a glimpse of black hair.…
He’s speedier than I thought. “Hurry! You have to be quick”, my guide, Kwatampola Benson, whispers excitedly to us. I don’t have much time to ponder about the primates rapidity. We crash through the jungle in hot pursuit – six of us in a line behind Benson – skating across slippery terrain. The forest floor…