the Cross-Island Walk

This was probably my least favorite part of the trip so far. I was expecting a hike on relatively flat and well-defined trail; and what I got was a path that was almost vertical both ways and lots of slippery tree roots on an extremely narrow and ill-defined path with long drops really close by. Evety time the trail got worse, I got angrier. Really, I was feeling a kind of existential rage that no one else seemed phased by this ordeal. To them it was just a walk in the woods. Right now I'm feeling better but while I was doing it I was completely miserable. I didn't even really get to appreciate the jungle around me because I was too worried about falling and too busy hoping and wishing that we'd get to the end already. At the end everyone got into this big pool and swum around. I got in about to my waist (in my clothes too), but found it too cold to continue. After that we went to the prison on the island, which is apparently the cheapest place on the island to buy ukeleles (I don't know why). When we gopt back to our hotel there were cookies for us. I survived the ordeal, and in retrospect it wasn't that terrible, but this hasn't been a fun day so far.