The door swings open and Mark stands in the doorway of the humid jungle bar, khaki clad, dabbing beads of sweat off his neck with a handkerchief. The jungle mist rolls past his feet, and the sound of insects invades the room, drowning out the beat of the fan.
Dave sits at a corner table, eyeing a shot of vodka. Wearing a beard and headband, he has been missing for months. “what took you so long”, he challenges Mark. Without lifting his gaze, he downs the shot. Rising, he meets Mark, staring each other down. Breaking the tension, they shake hands, a fierce monkey-grip. Breaking into a smile, Mark speaks. “Dave, you son of a bitch, you’re alive!”
Im flying to Borneo tomorrow! Feeling a bit stir crazy in the madness of kuala lumpur. If it’s even half as exciting as that mental picture in my head, it should be awesome!
StickyMangoRice 
Sounds good so far!
I assume he wants you to take on some death defying mission for the preservation of the human race.
8 months mate… 8 months…
Loving the blog’s Dez! It’s 5.21pm at work and your blog is the only thing keeping me going till the wistle blows and I can take off.
Id like a few machete sequences popped in
Step aside, The Rock. Dez is taking over the jungle !