Gibbon Experience, Day 3

The last 24 hours have been awesome but exhausting. As predicted, I along with my three treehousemates stayed in yesterday afternoon taking naps, reading, listening to the jungle, etc. Very relaxing and a nice break.

Another bathroom picture is attached. I hope you're not afraid of heights. Yes, the floor is slotted to let the water fall through. No, there are no pipes leading to a sewer.

We had a huge storm last night, big enough to cause one of the other treehouses to evacuate. We were okay, though, and hung around with our two guides playing cards and drinking "happy water," basically sake (rice liquor). Our guide "Pizza" judged it was "only" 35-40% alcohol based on the color it made when he lit his finger on fire. LOL. He was great fun.

This morning, we only were able to hear the Gibbons singing; they were far away from us. Luckily, some others in our group saw them for about 30 minutes playing in the trees. This morning's hike out was more climbing and sliding through the wet, sticky mud. Up actually mean two steps forward, slide one step down. Down actually means one step forward, slide one more. Or fall on your butt like I did...several times. Up and down, up and down, then repeat what felt like 5,000 times. I am exhausted, but in a good way.

We are having lunch at the same place we did on the first day. Hopefully, it will be dry enough for the trucks to take us the rest of the way to the paved road, about an hour drive from here.

Out for now, says a woman feeling her age after these three days. ✌️

P.S.: We were able to drive out, thankfully. Bonus, I was able to get a picture of the water buffalo I saw coming in 😀. Now off to have drinks (beer, not happy water) with the wonderful people I met during this adventure.Læs mere