Although it takes some translation by Snow, Ahmjay will stop to allow people to get things from their bags and ready themselves. The jungle as you approach it feels oppressive, made more so by the meters wide burn line at it's edge, which was recently made, but the plants are already reclaiming ground. For the second time you are whacked with a wall of heat and humidity as you hurtle down a narrow trail under the canopy. Though reflected light filters through, wind does not, and the vehicle's passage makes little air movement, despite a seemingly reckless speed.
The jungle also holds another danger, with no glass at all on the vehicle and gaping holes in the body, you quickly realize that a wayward branch or vine could do serious damage to the unwary.