Adventurous mood

I splashed in the water on getting out of the boat that had taken me from Om beach to Paradise beach after 2 days at Om. My trousers got wet. Matt and Gill were at the beach. I was supposed to share a room with them, and didn't know where the hell where they. Fortunately, it turned out easy.

The rest of the day consisted in ordering food and drinks, that would take literally an hour to get, while getting stoned. We slept.

On the next morning Carro and Kobi showed up to move to Paradise as well. A weird guy with dreads and dressed in purple, probably Italian, greeted us good morning. Some strange shouting projected from his throat every time he had a taste of his non-stopping shylums. Or was it when he passed it? Whatever.

On our useless day before, I had agreed with Matt to go exploring the mountainous surroundings of Paradise. But we forgot all about it, and I spent my morning playing Carom (Indian pool) and Shithead (popular card game between travelers in India). When we remembered we didn't even look at the watch and we went for it after I finished my second chess game with Kobi.

Making it easy following the paths created wasn't fun or challenging, we wanted some adventure, though, avoiding snakes. A wobbling drunk Matt lead the way most of the time until we finally got to a road that would take us to a village. We bought some snacks. People in the village seemed nice and happy, and the surrounding was very peaceful.

Not knowing what time it was, turned out to be a handicap. I had left my cell phone at the room, which not only served to show me what time it was, but I could call in India, and it was my alarm clock and torch. We decided to go back based on the sun's positionbut we would take another road to go back.

Our adventurous mood had not vanished yet. We got to some cliffs and instead of going back, we decided to go along them to see if could get to the beach, which we saw on the distance. Too dangerous, I at least still had a sense of danger. Matt wanted to keep on that way. I saw ourselves ending up swimming to get to the beach. And that is the nice version. Crashing our heads to the rocks below also came in mind.

Sun was already fusing with the misty horizon and going back to our original track was equally dangerous. Night would fall on us and we didn't really know how we had got there as we hadn't followed the established path.

This time I took the lead and headed across camp up the mountain until what seemed to be a path cried our attention. There was no time to loose or think if that would really get us to our destination. A quick decision had to be made, no second thoughts allowed. We took it.

The path was really narrow entering into the woods a couple of meter from the cliffs we had tried before. Which meant, we were higher. A bad step could be crucial. At some points it really went along the edge of the cliffs, were looking down wasn't appealing at all. On occasions it just seemed to disappear blocked by bushes and darkness. However, it seemed to carry us on the right way.

The only thing we had to do was hurry up, but terrain wasn't easy. Flip-flops decorated my feet and constantly grabbing to trees was the only way not to fall into the bushy darkness that led to the sea from my constant slipping. Suddenly, the path divided into two, or that is what I thought. Which direction to go? We were inland enough for no light getting through the dense thick trees.

We went on one direction but a big bush blocked the way and it was too dark to see beyond it. Went for the other alternative just to blocked by a huge tree. After it, there was nowhere to head. It couldn't be true. The path couldn't fail us at that point. We were lost

No we weren't. That path had to lead somewhere and if not we would do so. Went again for the first choice and crawled under the bush. The path did keep on, but it got more and more difficult to follow. We made it. A photograph with Matt's camera had to be taken to celebrate our victory. We would worry about all the scratches the following day.