mystifying woodlands. wished they could slow down the pace and allow some time for self reflection. but then again, if it was so, we would probably reach the top only by sunset. heh. it was creepy at some point.. with the spiritual stories and all. and the thoughts of you getting lost in the jungle, afraid and alone in the dark, every second seems like an eternity, every little sound haunts you inside out, every pore tingles as if you were being watched from every crook.. eerie. in the midst of all that, i do like the one of a kind serenity.. heh. it is not that bad. i would love to walk under the canopy, and be greeted by sunshine-filtered mist, encircled by twiggies and heart-shaped leavies, above and below. and my shadow being my guest. while listening to kari jobe's singing over me. perfect huh. this trip to FRIM was a rather good one, shed like 3L of sweat and was meat-overdosed for lunch. too bad i wasn't acclimatized to the level above ground. it could have been better. heh. but i am glad and contented for everything ! the trip, the people involved and for me for not having any injuries. good stuff :)