Well, here we are in the middle of a rainstorm in the tropical rainforest, and I’m hot and I’m sweaty, and I want so much to be in a hotel which has got air conditioning and wifi, and cellular coverage, and things like that. […] My God, anything that nature can dream up, anything that can feast or gorge on other animals - crikey, there’s thunder - um, it’s around the place, and it wants to crawl up… one’s bits, you know, and Mark told me to close the door, last night, because vampire bats  could come in. God, listen to that thunder. We’re all going to die.