After rolling my ankle on the Kokoda Track in Papua New Guinea, I asked one of our local guides, the grandson of a Fuzzy Wuzzy Angel, if he had a bush remedy. He proceeded to extract leaves from the seemingly impenetrable jungle and rubbed them on my right knee. The sensation was that of a thousand angry fire-ants.
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