Woke up, packed up, and got going. It's incredible for me. To think how few people, in total, have walked this "trail". And I am at 17. I'll have these experiences for the rest of my life. Crashing through the jungle in Indonesia, always a little worried that something will jump in front of us from the trees. It's thrilling. None of the porters speak English so charades is the game, but it does get a bit scary when they start yelling and waving their machetes around. Every bit of this is so different from home. There is nothing familiar here. Plants, people, food, nothing. It's crazy. Then of course reality kicks in. It started raining, and we had miles of swamp to cross mixed with thick jungle. After 3 hours of rain and 2 hours of standing helplessly at camp, some of the group arrived with porters and gear. We got a tarp set up and struggle through getting gear under it. It was far past dark by the time we were done. Soaking and miserable.