I decided not to make the crossing alone. We packed up the camp and set off, in no hurry, arriving around 12.30pm at the “Dua” camp, where we’d been the day before. We had lunch there, chatted some more, and had a really nice time. At around 2pm we set off again for a slightly longer run than the one we’d done in the morning, but there was a bit more current as well, so it went a bit faster.

When we woke up, Antoine, Ime and I set off to explore the cliff just above our camp. Using machetes to clear a path, we went along the cliff to the right and then to the left, but we didn’t find anything at all. We came back to the camp, and we’d asked Jamyl and Bagus to pack up the tents and prepare to leave, but they hadn’t done anything. Jamyl’s feet were really hurting and he couldn’t move, and Bagus’s feet were hurting too and he wanted to settle down.

The plan was to split in two, one team on foot towards the 4x4s, the other in packraft on the river. We prepared our gear, Antoine and I packed the boats, we took a few things so that they didn’t have to carry everything and we attacked the descent at 8am.