Living in the jungle demands resourcefulness. One day, I discovered a massive fallen tree trunk—its curved roots formed a natural tunnel. Perfect for shelter. I cleared the debris, lined the floor with dry leaves for insulation, and wove branches into the gaps for walls. The thick bark overhead blocked rain, while the enclosed space retained warmth at night. I added a small entrance flap to keep out curious animals. Over time, it became my safe haven—a cool retreat during storms, a cozy bed under stars. In the jungle, survival isn’t about luxury; it’s about adapting. That hollow beneath the tree? It wasn’t just shelter—it was home.
