tree top walk - no challenge

still with the effect of a tummy flu; very weak, very tired and very down....
he dragged himself to the tree-top walk, planning to take some pictures
of thejungle with misty beams of sunlight. but he did not find any mist
nor any beams that's diffused with mist, perhaps due to the dry weather
of these last few days.

he went into the jungle around 6.30am, with the moon still hanging quite high in the sky. he saw the first couple of gals entering the track. then more and more people came. he heard a lot of chirpings, kookooings and crackings, but the owners of these sounds were all hidden in leaves and brunches. he saw a couple of squirrels jumping from tree to tree. he managed to get a not-so-decent focus on one. this biggy was that frenly, he had to admit. however with the bright sunshine, the forest canopy was litted in golden hues, a loud awaking for the drooping soul. he reached the entrance of the tree-top walk at slightly over 83.0am, which was the opening time for weekends. he greeted the sole guard of the entrance.

"good morning."

"good morning."

"today good weather."

"ya."

"can i go down from the ladder to the bottom of the bridge?"

"cannot, why you want to go down there?"

"to take pictures of the hanging bridge."

"cannot, dangerous."

danger is when you break the official instructions - he recalled the guard in the "money-not-enuff" movie where his cliche was - law by law.

he did not challenge his advice - he's physically and mentally weak to do so, this morning.

- just to complete the journey was a big enuff challenge for this super-weakling!