We woke in the middle of the night to the sound of howling winds, trees creaking and rain lashing down onto the tent. We were in a storm and even though the eye of the storm had passed over by first light, the monsoon type rain had not. We started the day with high spirits to get out of this forest but we are currently pitched up for another night in the forest after treacherous conditions. We've all fallen and slipped over numerous times, raj and emmy have snapped a walking pole each, tracks turned to bogs, swamps and rivers. Even with all the right gear we ended up drenched to the bone.....for hours as the rain just wouldn't stop. The straw that broke the camels back and resorted in us having to retreat and find camp just before nightfall was being 400m from the forest edge, losing the track and resorting to bushwhacking out of shear desperation only to admit defeat and try again tomorrow. Ratea seems to be playing with us and she shows no mercy.
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