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69. Lost in the Forest (18)

Made decided to look for the backpack again.  It feels worth spending a full day searching for it as long as there is a chance of finding, albeit very small.  In the rescue backpack there is food, matches, maps, flashlights.  If he can find it, he will survive.

An uneasy task.  He began to walk down the river.  This trip took him to jagged cliffs and slippery coral surfaces.  It rises for two hours, then descends again to see if it is possible to reach land.

The rocky walls here are steep and slippery, several times he slipped, fortunately the fall was accommodated by trees and a seedling.  Finally, from the top of the cliff that rises fifty feet from the surface of the river he saw a large raft still floating banging on the reef.  He believes his backpack must be not far from there.

In its place stands the edge of the river only in the form of a narrow piece of land.  There was no choice but to risk going down slowly while gripping the sharp stones.  He stepped a little, his legs fumbling for a foothold that could support the weight of the body.  Cold sweat flooded the entire body.

In the day he prayed, “Do not slip, let alone fall.”  If you break your arm or leg, the chance is over.  The last time he climbed a reef, he fell, but survived thanks to a miracle.

The rain has not stopped since yesterday.  The rock was wet and slippery, but it kept climbing.  His pants were torn as a result of being stuck on the edge of the pointed coral, his knees were scratched, his fingers were bleeding.  The pain in both of his legs was extremely painful.

It is certain that the rashes are increasingly spread on the feet that are wet again.  After reaching a height of about ten feet from the ground he turned around.  Descending the surface of the reef by sliding so that his back was scuffed, but managed to land safely on the edge of the river.  He began to jump over the rocks while looking around, and finally reached the raft.

Hard to believe, the raft is still intact.  The seven logs are still united.  The traditional elder did indeed rule his field.  Why the hell, they did not listen to his wife's advice to just stay in the village?

Before starting to look for a backpack, secured a raft well, who knows he can meet Rian and they can use him again.  Circulated view tracing every crevice and rocks.  In the gap of a small reef for about ten yards, crouching his precious backpack.  Wet, but still floating.

“Thank you God.”

No words can describe her happiness.  He fell face down on the rock, reached out to the backpack, and hurriedly opened it.  The contents of the backpack are a little damp, but all are still intact.  Rubber bags protect very well all the items in the backpack.  Rice and nuts, flashlights and matches, lighters, maps, mosquito wires, red adhesives, medicines, and most importantly wallets contain books.  Now he feels safe. He's not gonna die.

Opened the P3K box, hoping to find oil for his legs.  Apparently there isn't.  He found a bottle of pills, some of which were unmarked.  These pills might come in handy.  Snake venom serum is also present.

The contents of the backpack made him feel more relieved.

“Over there someone loves me,” he thought.  “Please let Rian find me.”

Before this Made considered the condition of Rian was the best of the two of them, at least he had a machete, but now he was the one who was while Rian was the one in need because he only had clothes and body.

Poor Rian has nothing, he must need it.  Made has dinner and can make a fire.  Rian just needs to find Made.  Without Made, Rian couldn't have survived.

Who knows, the bright red color will be seen by Rian.  His eyes caught one precipitous cliff sticking out quite conspicuously in the river.  Climbing the cliff and spread a sign, fill it with large stones so as not to fly in the wind.

Again shouted the name of Rian despite knowing his efforts were in vain.  The roar of the river filled the ears, no one could hear his voice.

On the way to the place where the backpack was found some yellow fruits lying on the river shore.  He stopped to pick it up.  Almost all were rotten, but there was still one that was both fresh and hard.  He ate a bite.  Tastes delicious.  When he was surprised to find the origin of the fruit, a tree full of yellow wild fruit that grew on the edge of the stone wall.

“Someone really protected me,” she thought.

After searching the road to the tree, a shallow curve was found on the surface of the reef, where rainwater flowed from the mountain into the river.  The curve is shallow and slippery, fortunately the climb is not too steep.

Made's position was only a few steps away from the tree when he saw a green snake curled just a few inches from his feet.  He immediately recognized her as a deadly lora snake.  Kiki once said, lora snakes are able to blind their victims by spouting can from a distance.

It froze in place.  The serpent was also trembling, only his tongue was sticking out in and out.  His upper half was upright.a fear once moved, but fear and despair soon turned into anger.

He took a step back, picked up a large stone, and threw it towards the lora.  The snake's body twitched and then thickened as if it were a seizure.  He threw a small flat stone, bowed, and angrily beat the snake until its head was separated from the body.  His body trembled when he realized that if he had been bitten, he would have died.

The skin of a lora snake like a banana until the flesh is slightly pink.  His internal organs were removed with one finger.  He was stunned to hold it.  “Should I have this thing, eaten or fed?”  Dumped the snake meat into the riverbank.  Made decided later, after he got off.

Arriving at the riverbank he picked up one of the large cans tied in a backpack.  Inside the can are two cups and a spoon.  After the river water, wild fruit is collected.  Uneaten fruit is stored in cans.

He no longer wanted to make food from snake meat.  After all, he couldn't make fire because everything was still wet.  Don't expect him to eat it raw.  The fishing line was found in the backpack, but the river was too rocky and the river currents were too turbulent to fish.

Some time he sat in a backpack while leaning against a cliff.  The rain keeps slapping the body.  He started making them, there was no way Rian could continue down the riverbank, so he must have climbed onto the ledge above the stone wall.  Maybe he should get on that ledge, too.  After folding the previously stretched poncho as a sign, he kept it in the backpack.  The wall that leads to the fruit tree.

While walking down the ledge looking for a gap that can be used as a shelter later tonight.  The discovery of an ideal place, a shallow niche that divides the stone wall, is located about six feet from the ground.

Niche climbing.  Because now he has a lighter and lighter, he actually wants to make a fire.  It's a pity that the idea should be forgotten because all the branches are wet.