Hiking to nowhere...

We took another side trip this Friday out to Wamnowi and went hiking.

I'm not sure how much I've commented on the Papuan sense of time, but as it stands here communication (especially with those of us still learning the lingo) of things and timing of said things does not appear to be very highly valued. Let me explain how plans work here: Originally we were going to hike to Kaibar and it was not far. Then, it was far and too expensive, so we changed our plans to go to Wamnowi with Martinus instead. We were going to leave on Monday, hike out to Wamnowi and come back in on Tuesday. On Monday we found out that Martinus was not at SP11 so we decided to go maybe Thursday or Friday or maybe not at all. Thursday night Martinus returns and tells us that we are going Friday morning. The next morning we take a truck and drive to the bottom of a mountain. After an hour or two of hiking, I am talking to one of the kids and learn that we actually passed the village of Wamnowi in the truck and we are actually on a hike up the side of a mountain to apparently nowhere. We were so tired after our journey to nowhere that instead of staying the night in Wamnowi we ended up heading back to SP11. That is how plans go around here, you learn to roll with it or your brain will explode.

This picture is a side note. I have had some of the most ridiculous heat rashes since I have been here. This particular one was everywhere and this picture does not quite do it justice. I ended up benadryl-ing myself into a stupor. It was the only way to go.
Okay, back to my journery to nowhere. I thought you all would appreciate the integrity of the bridges here. Keep in mind that we are riding in the back of a dump truck. You're in quite a pickle if you don't line your tires up right.

This is at least hour 2-3 of our hike. We were a little toasty at that point. The Indonesian way to deal with sun/heat is to wear long pants, long sleeve shirts, hats, and towels...I totally don't get it.

This little buddy of mine stuck with me on the trail for a good minute or two. He kept landing on me and I couldn't quite seem to shake him off my armpit, so instead I captured the moment. I must have smelled like a pretty daisy after all that hiking.