You see it in the picture. For a second I lose the trail. Now is where you turn north again to access the valley. I take the trail and descend. Edging along the side of the hill, the sunny ridge is left behind and I am once again in rainforest.
Moisture hangs in the air and the birds sing, oblivious to their earthbound companion.
Faintly, faintly, I begin to hear the whisper of a babbling stream. Rather slippery again here as the trail is thin and wet. Well placed guava trees assist in the descent to the stream bed. Finally, down at water level, the stream is narrow and cute. Not much rain lately I guess.