|The hike that did me in.|
In the meantime I thought we would take a hike through the national park and throw Simon on my back. Bad idea. The hike was about 6km round trip, a bit hilly, and it was hot. By that night I was completely nauseous and couldn't eat and my back was killing me. The next day I didn't leave our bungalow, didn't eat, and was uncomfortable moving. By the next morning, as geared up for our trip to the lake, I was feeling much better but surprisingly not 100%. We were off.
Tua, our guide, drove us to the lake. He has been guiding for more than 30 years and his parents grew up in the villages that flooded when the dam was built. He knew everything about every animal. He could immediately identify any bird, spider, or animal track. He took special care of the kids, worrying about them more than their own parents. We had struck gold with this guy!
The rafts we stayed on were basic but perfectly fine. There were about 20 huts, and we were the only people there. The docks were not well maintained, with nails sticking out and broken boards abound, so we were careful. We swam in the warm waters and took boat rides to look for wildlife. We saw a few monkeys, white breasted eagles, hornbills, and even a jumper spider which we learned is very poisonous to humans! I liked to imagine what lay just behind the jungle edges, wild elephants, tigers, or wild boars peaking out at us. On an early. On an early morning kayaking trip, we could hear a large animal tramping through the thick vegetation not far from shore, but he declined to show himself.
That night the stars shine brilliantly out in our private jungle paradise. Sleep was not so easy as I was still sick and Simon was burning with a fever of 104F (40C) so I was worried and giving him medicine and water all night. He did not seem too bothered at all. We did not let it slow us down much.
|Doesn't look sick, right?|
|The whole crew!|