Jungle Poo-Gie...

Day 25. The day started well with porridge and a jungle poo! I then had to dismantle my lovely hammock house that I'd made the night before. I'd put palm leaves up for walls, swept the floor of debris using my foot, created little walkways...
The night's hammock sleep was quite pleasing and got me reasonably prepared for today's 6ish hour hike... although not much can prepare you for such a thing!
So with a peeling, sunburnt neck, we left last night's camp site (...me thinking about my lovely Stick Insect... might he say goodbye?). I won't moan again about sweat, pain and buggered feet...
We (s)tumbled unto the campsite at 2ish (i'unno) and proceeded to get hammox and bashers up as usual. And as usual, it was the least thing you felt like doing, especially when you needed another poo (...cough, shifty eyes).
Next, I did another, larger jungle poo - 2 in one day! How I love conceiling bushes...
Then came glorious river swimming and clothes washing. Basically it was bobbing around in a shallow stream in your clothes like an otter... or so I'm told! The water was NOT warm to say the least, but it did cleaning wonders! Soos and Adam (Leader) had an argument when Soos wondered if Adam could turn away whilst the girls were bathing, but I won't say much about that... eheheh.
This is the same campsite that we'd used when walking to the village of Long Dano. Although last time we were here, we arrived late (when it was darkish) and left early in the morning. This didn't give us much time to explore the local area and it's few facilities. We were also camped away from the clearing and river, as another group (rivals!) had taken our current location.
The main feature of the campsite was a large, green building/hut structure, which Kyle disappeared into for most of the afternoon... with our guides. It was odd, but kept Kyle busy... although I'm sure conversation was hardly rife with Kyle basically mute and the guides not speaking much English!
We had lots of time to waste in the afternoon, so I did some lazing, clothes drying and helping to prepare dinner (lotsa pasta, sauce and the remaining ant-free parmesan!) Yum yum.
The rest of the evening's festivities included Emma burning and smouldering her pink bra that was dangling precariously above the campfire! There was also mucho talking about music (like Jeff Buckley) around the very same bra-eating fire... looking at stars... smelling again...

I'm wearing thursday socks!