Bushwalking. Not my 'thing'.

The hotel has been very quiet last night and today. The BPers have all moved out, and there's probably only about five or six of us now here. Very nice and relaxing though, and don't have to 'do a German' and "reserve" my hammock with a towel first thing in the morning...
So I figured I should do some exploring, and find some more beaches.
They don't have maps of the island to hand out, but instead had a glance at the map in the bar to memorise the paths and tracks. The batman assured me that the best beach was just a 20 minute walk away.
After 30 minutes, no sign of a beach, and the track is look less track like by the step. Then it disappeared altogether. And it's hot. Damn hot.
There looked to be a path a few meters back that someone, sometime, somehow, used to get somewhere. I wasn't ready to retreat all the way back to the bar just yet, so gave it a shot.
Ok, so it turned out it wasn't a track, at least not a human one, but I could hear the shore so pushed on through the jungle. Swiss army knife doubling as a pathetic machete. I was lost, but not seriously lost. I knew that when I found the shore, it would be easy to find the beach even if it meant swimming around the island for a bit. What would Bear Grylls do? Probably eat a raw frog and wash it down with his own piss. I wasn't that lost, plus I had half a liter of water and a frog flavored muesli bar.
The monkeys, (howler monkeys) are everywhere, and they actually are pretty worrying. They make the worst growl/howl sound you can imagine, and watch you closely all the time.




Eventually I did come across a track, a real one, and followed it back in the direction I new the beach must be.
Then I saw the snake on the track.
I froze, even though it was at least 5 meters ahead. I just wanted to let him cross, then I'd be fine. He wasn't moving. Move Damn Snake! Nothing.
I took a step back (about 10 actually), and lobbed a branch in his direction. Shit! Direct hit! Now I've torn it, and I prepared to run. Snake didn't move. Odd. So I cautiously moved closer to see what the situation was. The situation was that the Tree Root Snake (so called cos it's actually a tree root) politely let me pass...




Just after the snake, finally came to the beach. After about an hour and a half I had found the 20 min. away beach.
It was worth it though.








Coming back, found the right path, and back in my hammock with a nice cold beer in 10 minutes. Bushwalking not my thing I decided.
Hasta,

Location:Somewhere on an island