Ok , to be honest, it wasn't the most difficult of treks. Heck, until we hit the jungle proper Sandra was enjoying herself and Kyaw Kyaw was saying it wasn't anything special. I of course was enjoying myself but i only had to look around since i was as usual tucked away in my bag with just my nose out so i wouldn't miss a thing. In the jungle itself, Kyaw Kyaw still didn't think it was anything to write home about. Sandra was having more difficulties. It had rained a lot and the ground was like wet clay. So going up or down steeper slopes (of the sliding kind) wasn't all she was especially raving about (or she was, in a negative way...). I still liked it a lot. Kyaw Kyaw was carrying me and i had a good overview. Besides, i trusted his footing a lot more then Sandra's.On several occasions our guide had to hack his way through the bush as you can see....
Making Lao
Lao in the village. And he wasn't the only one we saw when we had a walk around .We stayed overnight in ths village which was fun. Bathing in the (fast flowing) river, having the most excellent dinner (and breakfast) with some kind of fern that the villagers grow. We loved that stuff but it was the one and only time we did find it.
And crossing the rive
r the next day.. Kyaw Kyaw barefoot, Sandra was wearing her boots (which took a few days to dry properly but she claimed there were way too many rocks in that river. Besides, Kyaw Kyaw needed someone to support him while he tried to cross without getting his shoes wet...)
An Akha woman doing her shopping in the next village we came to.
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