Day 110, Rest day in Kao-Yai National Park. By Chris

Throughout the night we could hear various animals scurrying back to the forest with spoils they had nabbed from careless campers. We heard clattering pans and crunching bags - the forest around the edge of the camp is littered with the remnants if these stolen goods. We packed a day bag and set off past lines of parked cars to walk some jungle trails but found the first trail closed for maintenance. This was excellent news because once we'd hopped the barrier we had it all to ourselves. We marvelled at huge trees with massive buttress roots, vines as thick as me and colossal ferns. Amy's Beady eyes spotted a crocodile in a river and she thought she saw a gibbon in the trees. In the afternoon the trail we wanted was so underused  on several occasions we lost it and had to search the thick undergrowth and clamber over fallen trees, searching for faded yellow markers on occasional tree-trunks. Amy began to tire as the throaty calls of gibbons and croaking of frogs ushered in the twilight. We eventually found the road and burst out of the foliage with a new collection of cuts and scratches just before dark.

 

A massive tree

Me trying to find where the path goes next