Diary - Km 226
The mud and the river.
After “the beach” there was “the mud forest” which promised to drown hikers in knee-high mud, but with all the recent sunshine, the mud wasn’t that bad, ankle-deep at worst. It was like walking on drying clay pots. In a humid greenhouse. Uphill. Forest around was pretty though (couldn’t say the same about my look).
And after “the mud forest” came “the river”.
When I was a kid I once went into the forest by my house and into a little stream. I waded downstream, and in my head I was an explorer in the Amazon, wearing a full safari outfit, using rivers as roads.
A couple of decades later, here I am, wading in a river through the Omahuta/Puketi forest, using it as my trail. I even have a safari hat!
