NOT ALL WALKS ARE CREATED EQUAL

 
Some people are experienced bush walkers; others are bush walk retarded. Like me. But if you think a dubious trail with no end in sight is going to stop me, you have a fundamental misunderstanding of who I am. 

Armed with curiosity and a dying light, I follow a non-existent rabbit and let the overgrowth swallow me.        
I wish I can romanticize this walk but really it is mostly tangles, roots, and bush taller than I am. It is incredibly hard to not see Kaa’s nest in my future. 

Also, have I mentioned I don’t know how long this walk is? It meanders here, there, and everywhere. I am afraid I would end up in Kenya at the end of this trail. Well, no. Actually, Kenya sounds fine. 

Come to think of it, I could have asked locals before going in, no? Oh well. This is fine. I won’t be lost in here forever. I will eventually be found. We have satellites. 

But the key is in putting one foot in front of the other. I do not know where I am going so any which way is really okay! 

But at the end of my walk, I think it is more than okay:
      
A cliff, overlooking the sparkling ocean. The shadows long and the heat of the sun long gone. Just in time for sunset in remote Malapascua. Again, I forgot what I have to complain about.

Now if only I can figure out how to get out of here and back to my room.