After almost twenty or thirty minutes of bushwhacking and struggling through stubborn ferns and plants, we finally found the northern trail. It became much easier to walk on the bush-free and unpaved muddy trail. The slope was almost over and all that remained was a slight tilt of the ground as we had almost reached downhill.
We continued covering the distance back to where we have parked our cars. My feet were sore with all the hiking and I experienced a constant itching and ache on my wounds as I walked. The atmosphere of the place was complete opposite of the one at the top of the hill. The sun was blanketed with clouds as they passed over it with the wind current and surroundings were colder causing the cuts on my palms to go numb. The only sounds that can be heard were the squelching of our feet on the wet floor and the soft shuffling of the canopy leaves as the wind hit them.
