Day 5 - Water works
Had a rotten nights sleep last night. It got really hot in the Arsehut at one point so I had to sleep on the beach to stay cool. But I was then plagued by a horrific nightmare in which an airline captain, much to my discomfort, was shoving the front end of the plane firmly up my arse. The pain was frighteningly real. So much so, I was jolted awake. But the pain remained. So I detached the crab, then dozed as the sun rose above the horizon and began belting down on me. The heat soon became unrelenting! It felt like it was 50 degrees at dawn. Today I must find fresh water.
I began by walking back around the beach until I reached an inlet that seemed to be carved in the coastline by running water. It created a valley in which to walk inland. It wasn't long before I came across small puddles of stagnant water. And fuck what a smell! I trekked further inland, the brush got thicker and thicker. I hit a patch of blackberries, which was kind of nice and really annoying at the same time. So I munched on berries while getting sliced by thorns. After breaking through the last of the blackberries I came upon a clearing of about 15m around. I then realised the slope of the ground had risen sharply. I walked to the top of the clearing and discovered the outlet of a small spring. I took a long drink and decided it was safe. I then turned and surveyed my trek. From the clearing I could see out to the ocean. I hadn't noticed how far I had actually climbed, but I was very high.
I figured I was probably near the top of the hill at the centre of the island, so I ventured onward, determined to be an explorer today. Three hours later I had moved about 100m. The forest was so thick I nearly gave up. Just when I was ready to turn back I hit another clearing, this time it was much bigger, slightly smaller than a football field. There were random fruit trees dotting the summit and a totem of some sort.
I stopped. A totem? This thing was manmade! It was your standard wooden carved totem, a pile of heads about 3m tall. Each face looked menacing and inhospitable. I admired the craftsmanship for a while, then began picking fruit to take back.
After a while I had collected enough fruit to last me a few days so I headed back to the Arsehut. By this time the sun had started it's descent so I cracked a beer. I followed that with a Gin and Tonic. I then realised I'd have to build a still to make my own grog.
I began by walking back around the beach until I reached an inlet that seemed to be carved in the coastline by running water. It created a valley in which to walk inland. It wasn't long before I came across small puddles of stagnant water. And fuck what a smell! I trekked further inland, the brush got thicker and thicker. I hit a patch of blackberries, which was kind of nice and really annoying at the same time. So I munched on berries while getting sliced by thorns. After breaking through the last of the blackberries I came upon a clearing of about 15m around. I then realised the slope of the ground had risen sharply. I walked to the top of the clearing and discovered the outlet of a small spring. I took a long drink and decided it was safe. I then turned and surveyed my trek. From the clearing I could see out to the ocean. I hadn't noticed how far I had actually climbed, but I was very high.
I figured I was probably near the top of the hill at the centre of the island, so I ventured onward, determined to be an explorer today. Three hours later I had moved about 100m. The forest was so thick I nearly gave up. Just when I was ready to turn back I hit another clearing, this time it was much bigger, slightly smaller than a football field. There were random fruit trees dotting the summit and a totem of some sort.
I stopped. A totem? This thing was manmade! It was your standard wooden carved totem, a pile of heads about 3m tall. Each face looked menacing and inhospitable. I admired the craftsmanship for a while, then began picking fruit to take back.
After a while I had collected enough fruit to last me a few days so I headed back to the Arsehut. By this time the sun had started it's descent so I cracked a beer. I followed that with a Gin and Tonic. I then realised I'd have to build a still to make my own grog.
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