Nikau A Camp-2007
ONE COLD BLEAK NIGHT THERE WAS A BURMA TRAIL AT PEAK ADVENTURES
Nikau A’s Camp - 2007
By Danica
The glow of the torch died as Macey and I took another step into the darkness. My nimble fingers held onto the rope with excitement, my feet snapped twigs and rustled fallen leaves. Bugs cringed under my feet as my tatty sneakers had begun to be devoured by soggy, deadly mud.
I jumped as Macey gave out a strangled cry. “There a rock there”, Macey said with a tone of embarrassment. “Watch out”. I clambered over the mossy rock with nothing but darkness in my vision. I clung helplessly onto limp, damp moss.
Deep into the darkness we trekked taking each pace with unbelievable caution. Our hearts missed a beat. A cry of sheer terror sounded off in the distance…. “AHHHHHH”. A shadow sprung out cackling an evil damaging laugh. Terror intertwined around me. It’s strap jacketed me in a horror movie fear.
Macey heaved a breath in. Tempting fate I commanded my feet to move another step further. “DADADANICCA” Macey stammered. “You go in front”. Trust Macey, she was meant to be the brave one! I manoeuvred my way around Macey and lost my footing. Loose dirt cascaded into my sneakers. I gazed up. A dark, stark cliff lured down haltingly. I didn’t understand how a cliff could look so threatening.
Drip, Drip, Drip. Icy water trickled down my spine as my high posed collar battled to keep them out. No WAY! Nah ah! I was not going to risk my life. The rope lead under a steady, solid object with a claustrophobic place to snuggle through. Unwillingly I crouched down and dived into certain death, (Most likely not!) Gruff splutters of frustration exploded from Macey. How much further I didn’t know?
Peppermint fresh air blanketed my lungs. I was out. Warm, sickly blood slithered down my knee. My hair whipped and tangled in the breeze. I dared my self to stumble on further. I was playing games with myself, seeing how far I could go.
A gentle thud sounded from behind me. A gruff of annoyance haunted from the rock. A dark disorientated shape rose up from the bush floor. I knew it wouldn’t be a spook so I took a chance to look up at the sky for a twinkle of a star. No such luck. Sky bound canopies of trees infested and swallowed the pinpricked sky.
Then… the rope ended. No more rope. No more cautioned steps. It was over. I had survived!
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