Tropic Heat

Bitten by insects, stiff from the hammock and sleeping in my clothes I get up for an early start and proceed on my way to the village. After descending the hill I find the river I had been expecting to reach the day before. I walk alongside for a while, then decide to cross it at a wide, shallow weir by hopping from one stone to the next. Afterwards it seems implausible I should have managed to balance the rucksack over the slippery stones: once or twice I had to take a step beside the boulders, wetting the boots and jeans. Slightly exhausted, I march on, drinking the last of my bottled water.