We came to a wooden hut in a small clearing where a farmer lived with his young family, right on the border where the hutan adat and virgin forest meet. Real frontier living—they even spoke of a tiger occasionally coming through their fields, in its hunt for wild boar.
The last farmer’s hut on the edge of virgin forest. Cinnamon and patchouli dry in the tropical sun.
They had the cutest little puppy.
We continued on, entering the untouched rainforest. But, somewhat unfortunately, only about fifteen minutes into it, it lived up to its name. It rained. A lot. For about three hours, we walked on through the downpour. I know it’s not for everyone, but oh how I love the rain! There’s just something about being caught in it out in the wild that is so freeing and refreshing, especially after a long trek.
A beautiful, large spider welcomed us as we entered the forest.
A very large caterpillar. Right after this shot, the heavens opened up.
Despite the rain, we still managed to see some mitered leaf monkeys and a number of birds even! We walked across a shallow part of the Manjuto river, where Zacky said the trek could be extended a further few days even deeper into the rainforest, to a hidden waterfall.
Not too far past the river, we finally made it to Lake Kaco in the late afternoon. We huddled together for warmth, laughing underneath a little bamboo and tarp shelter, waiting for the rain to stop. Once it did, we set up camp, ate, and chatted into the evening, saw the lovely frog below, and turned in for the night.
A frog by Lake Kaco enjoying the cool, wet evening.