A refreshing dip in cold fresh waterfall H2o surely refuel our energy. Lunch was brief as we were all eager to continue our journey to Buta Caves.
After a while of endless, repetitively photo taking, greens of wild didn’t excite me anymore. Nevertheless great company kept me alive. Just as we were contently exchanging thoughts, a loud sound was heard from the near distant. My curiosity grew by a mile and I wanted to investigate. Before I could put my footsteps forward, a stern loud voice shouted, “Run, run, just run ! ” Fear for my life, I ran as fast as I could. Passing another fellow trekker, busy peeling leeches of his shoes, he too was shocked. Without a word, he joined our marathon for life. Finally, after a sprint of 200m, we slowed down. Gasping for air, standing feeling ridicule, the four of us looked at each other, we started laughing. “Why did we run?” I asked naively. Confidently, I heard an answer, “I think that was an animal in rage. Could have been a tiger or an elephant or a wild boar. Whatever that was, it wasn’t a good idea to stay around and find out. Somewhat disappointed the three of us nodded in agreement.
Continuing our journey, we endlessly reminisce the run, teasing each other, the walk became part of us.
Night came and tales of the dark woods were told by the trek guide. Chills ran through my spine as the guide speaks of the friendly spirits who guards the enchanted forest. Though as warm as it sounded, I wasn’t comfortable so I crept into my comfort zone and dozed off.
The next day, the trek back was very interesting. It was different.