Well today was rather like Marine serious Boot Camp stuff. Up and down steep slopes that my feet seemed utterly incapable of finding a foothold on. Which means I spent much time sliding downhill on my posterior (I now have a lovely bum-revealing rip in my trousers), grasping at trees or branches that were so dry and brittle that they just came along for the ride, or actually swinging from horizontal tree trunks gibbon-style as the earth beneath my feet did a vanishing act. More shredded, grazed, bruised and cut skin/flesh. Oh and on one occasion I grabbed a some vegetation to slow my fall, and to my painful horror found I’d grabbed hold of nettles. Nice. I spent most of the day laughing at myself.
On other occasions we were descending grassy banks, hills or terraces. This was fun. Zooming down on our bums – this time out of choice!
I found spectacular lady Wasp spider. My first ever. We saw a squirrel, red at the front, black at the back. A local speciality. We came across several very fancy hides, did lots of sneaking, snooping and scrumping. And got caught several times climbing down walls from places I should not have been.
All but one place were free of horror. That last one place had traps. Bow traps.
This was my last day. And I certainly have plenty of souvenirs. Splinters mostly!
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