One of the many huts scattered through the jungle and the rubber tree groves; ostensibly they are there to house the people who work on the rubber harvest. None of them were currently occupied.

Plastic jugs left over from the last collection of rubber.

Smoking cigarettes, lighting fires. You know, the usual.

While hiking, we had to go through groves of rubber trees. As with all plants, they reach for the sun. Rubber trees just do it in a more extreme manner.

I have the most intense hatred for ants. However, I had never heard of weaver ants before. They are quite amazing. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weaver_ant

My first encounter with a pineapple still on the bush. And in the wild.