Without a minimum of insanity and an indescribable amount of tenacity, practical sense and visionaryness, no creation can take place in this kind of environment.
Now that I've spent a working time at Samasati, Costa Rica, I look more enthusiastically to anyone who has embarked on a project where nature is wild.
Samasati is a jungle resort. It means that going from your bungalow to the practice room, it may happen that you have to pay attention to a tree branch broken by a group of screaming monkeys fighting at least twenty meters above you, or how to get out of your room one of the tiny, beautiful red frogs yet potentially poisonous. It also means that from the reception building, dining-terrace, hummingbirds, tucsons, and colorfoul butterflies blossoms around, approaching too much; Or that mix between rabbit, tapiro, rodent that is the swift swoop quickly a few steps from your feet.
In fact, to enter the jungle embrace without any reservations, you just have to take any of the resort's marked paths (it is unimaginable the amount of work the workers have to do to ensure stairs, and other supports remain agibile after one of the strong rains that in May mark the daily life). Penetrating the jungle shadow, the uncontrollable, generous, and impetuous power of nature shines. Immediately you can see that thousands of plants and animals, and it is quite impossible not to feel simple guests.
My project here, was "protected": holding practical and theoretical yoga lessons in a wonderful clean room every day. But between a lesson and the other, when I began to go into the jungle paths, I immediately perceived the grandeur of any undertaking made between the meshes of that dense vegetation (especially if you enter the principle of respecting it).
No jokes, here! I imagined cameramen, botanists, artists and other intrepid adventurers trying to carry out their project where nature is the boss. I saw the fatigue of bending for hours to film an ant, a spider, a night animal, lying on the wet ground, with insects that sting, heat, humidity ... I have clearly seen the constancy and strength of anyone who has to spend a long time (recording, photographing, mounting a set ...) in the extreme nature.
I rethought of the infinite work of Herzog's Fitzcarraldo (I wrote about his diary in this blog: Two books for the summer) and all the more or less famous people who wanted to tell about the wild nature through a cultural product. Without a minimum of insanity and an indescribable amount of tenacity, practical sense and visionaryness, no creation can take place in this kind of environment. But I have the impression that the echo of that kind of experience can feed a whole life.