You decide to spend some more quality time with the flowers. You get out your kodak camera and immediately snap some fantastic pictures of this incredible tree. As you start to take notes and snip off samples with your swiss army knife, two beautiful sapphire blue Morpho butterflies land on your shoulders and group of hummingbirds flies by, only to turn around and come right back to sit on top of your hat. They begin to chirp a wonderful melody that almost sounds like a song from that new animated Cinderella movie that came out a few years back. Apart from the horrible smell the tree exudes, the scene you're in is absolutely magical.

Later that night, after you trekked a few more hours and set up camp, everyone is happily sitting around the fire and enjoying a tasty bowl of mystery meat stew. That is, until your two travel companions start with their incessant bullying again. You thought they would have tired of it on the way here but no, that short intermission with the Brownea macrophylla seems to be an endless source of amusement for them.

'Cinder-steve' and 'Steve-rella' you can still brush off, but once they begin calling you 'Snow Steve and the seven dwarfs', 'Beauty and the Steve' and worst of all 'Steve-laddin and the magic flame tree' you've had enough.

You call them both assholes and head to your tent for the night go to 21

*I don't know why I feel the need to say this but disclaimer: hummingbirds don't really chirp.