I'd Rather...

Day 26. It rained a fair shaboodle last night, waking me up and forcing me to tumble out my hammock to rescue my clean, drying clothes! They were now wet again! The rain also forced me to listen to scary jungle noises as I lay in my hammock, desperately trying to get back to sleep...
In the morning it was more porridge for brekky-pooz! We left camp on time at 9am sharp, ready for 3 hours jungle walking. Each days trek was now getting shorter as we'd decided to drag it out, wanting to spend more days in the jungle than return to Bario (no offence to the place!) Walking was ok at first, then we all got knackered as usual. However, following breaks, you were revived enough to walk on until you were fookin' splattered again! The rate at which we walked was very quick towards the end, especially through an open, unrainforesty area... although that was maybe because the sun was so strong and we didn't want to be sunburnt again...
Once more, camp arrival was early, leaving us plenty of time for lunch (mmm... same old crackers, tuna, peanut butter and flying fish!) and also mucho time for putting up our hammox... mmm... snug!
This campsite had obvious signs of human life. It was a deliberately cleared area by a river (as most campsites were), with a big pile of corregated metal at the centre. My hammock, like many of ours, was put up on one side of it. The guides (Lisas and Gabriel - both male!) helped everyone sort out their hammocks, cuz they were lovely like that! Zoe set up camp near a branch covered with white-belly-button-magnet-small-fluff-creatures nearby! They were very odd indeed, and no-one, not even the guides, knew what they were. Perhaps they weren't letting on that they knew, and wanted to make these fluff creatures seem even more mysterious!
Apart from the "poo-in-the-path" fiasco, not much happened in the evening. We sat around the fire by the pathway, eating bony chicken gloop, wishing we had marshmallows!

My headtorch is failing me...

Today's Leech Count: 3 (Total: 12)