The trail was like a spider web with side trails veering off every so often, but I stayed with the main trail with the confidence that it would take me to one of the villages shown on the map.  This sounds quite plain and simple, but the reality of it was this trail was far from easy going.  Some of the uphill's were 3-4 hours of laboring up the mountain, rewarded at the top with a ten minute downhill thrill ride, only to have to do it again, again, and again.

By the end of the day, don't know how far I had gone, but I had gotten nowhere.  No villages, no houses, no restaurants, nothing, just a few stragglers along the trail.  I was worn-out, hungry and it was getting too dark to think about going much further.  Finding a tiny clearing hidden from the trail, I strung up my mosquito net, spread out a sheet of plastic to lay my bones on, and gnawed away at a chunk of the driest, non-appetizing, bread I can remember.  Not exactly the way I hoped things would be.