He finally relented, and began to row the boat down the river until we came out of the cave. Huge tree roots greeted us, arched, across the middle of the river and formed a kind of small gate, so that we had to bend down to get through. No green leaves, all white with tree trunks which I found unnatural. I was kind of shrunk to see the trees here.
Shashin moored the boat near a boulder, which almost took up half the river. "It's going to be dark soon, so it's best not to go too far," he said.
He was right, the light would be fading soon, and the forest would probably be completely dark. We walked through the forest. This place might be terrible, but if there were trails like this, I was sure people would have come here many times.
