The Burma
Trail
As my
blindfold was being tied, my heart started to pound like a bomb exploding. When
I arrived at the start of the track, the man that was helping me to the rope
suddenly let go of me and gave me a little push to signal me to go. I hurried
along for a wee bit until Iran head-first into a tree. A hard tree. After about one minute I started
hearing pig noises, my knuckles turned white. As the bushes settled down for
the night, a huge crashing sound shook the forest like an earthquake had hit. A
couple of minutes later I stumbled into a rotten log, crumbling away. After a
few more minutes of pig noises and screams of horror, I reached the end of the
track. I was relieved that I’d done, and stumbled to my tent for a good nights
sleep.
