(2nd of the chronology of events)
The trek to the village was all downhill with only a few climbs. It surprised us because we have to go single file - through winding paths in the forest, ravines winding on the mountain side, paths so narrow carved above the cliffs that you have to cling to the vines that were interlocking there. The forest scenes have changed too. We heard unfamiliar bird calls and insect sounds that were both interesting and arty. In the middle of the tracks though we were all arrested by the very melodious sound of a bird that made my hairs stand on ends. It was so unique and touching… beautiful in its depths with a twang of note akin to nostalgia and
