Before leaving on this trip, Amanda made me promise that we wouldn’t rough it every single day. Just because we are on our honeymoon doesn’t mean we can afford to live like honeymooners for three solid months. So a compromise of sorts was reached: we would splurge when and where we decided it was worth it.
Amanda came across an image of the Mud House long before leaving the states. Consider it one of those “Unique Inns” – a non-traditional glamping (glamour camping) location that combines rustic luxury with wow factor. The name is an apt description: you do actually stay in a house made of mud. There is no electricity; instead, the open air buildings are lit with lanterns and oil lamps.
But that’s only half the fun. The fact that you’re living in the jungle means at any moment some bizarro-critter might go wandering by. Noisy peacocks cry in he distance, a mongoose sticks its nose into the trail and then darts off, a fruit bat (with a 5 foot wingspan) swishes overhead. The mouse deer instantly went on the “I didn’t know you existed” list – sporting the body of a rabbit and the face of a deer. Seeing one of these Frankenstein mammals from your outdoor shower will make your skin crawl for a moment and then you’ll find yourself bubbling over with glee.
