My cenote jumping

I am currently in Mexico on the Yucatan Peninsula. One fine day, I decided to go to a cenote, an underground river or well. I walked along a forest path almost overgrown with vines and other plants. There were no birds singing, no monkeys howling. I felt completely alone. The silence clung to me eerily like a wet blanket, seeming to suffocate me. Then I realized that all of that silence was just in my head. I heard the monkeys screaming and the birds tweeting. I reached the edge of the huge hole that led down to the cenote. I could see the water 70 feet below me, seeming to glow. Suddenly, I heard a "Huoo hoo hueey!", a thud and a thump. I looked behind me and saw Hojung lying at the base of a tree, looking dazed. He got to his feet unsteadily, laughing a little bit insanely. Then he began to stumble toward me, still laughing. I moved out of the way and he walked right into the hole.

These blogs have helped me synthesize information because I get a chance to learn about the topic, then I can write about it which drives the information into my head.