Number 5 treehouse was out destination, and after about 5 thrilling "zips" across jungle valleys, and a stop at the camp kitchen (home to one very sooky baby bear, rescued from poachers), we arrived, washed off some mud in a bathroom with perhaps the best view on the planet, drank Lao Lao with fellow trekkers and listened to the night noises of the jungle. An early start and difficult trek greeted us in the morning, and Blake and I spent the day lazing in our leafy home... The return journey, in my Crocs, wasn't looking good, but a swap with one of the young, enthusiasic guides (me stong! no fall like you. go fast - you no strong, you wear shoes), made all the difference. Check out the result of Blake's encounter with a couple of leaches (Stand By Me?), and a few other pics of the journey home...
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