The descent

Sadly for our research, we find no poo. Despite circling the peak of this mountain and looking into small openings in the rock, all we find are very old scat and nothing new. We are told there is a possibility the clan of hyenas that were here may have moved on.

Unfortunately, the descent is nothing like the climb. Those rocks that were our friends on the way up now become our mortal enemies. And it's relentless. Almost every step is on to something hard, something unstable, something that gives way. There is no peace as our ankles and knees get a pounding. I'm still recovering from that long hike only two days ago so this is hard work and I'm desperate to reach flat ground.