How the fuck did that happen? One minute my sister and I are on the same track and the next she has taken a fork in the road to the left and i have taken the right. I am suprised by a steep hill and faiul to make it all the way up. I go back down the hill and take another run at it. In the meantime my sister continues cycling. By the time I have conquered the hill and hit the other side she has completely disappeared and I am lost in an unfamilar forest…not that any forest in familiar to me, but it is a sad fact that I have absolutely no sense of direction and may well never find my way back to the carpark.
I shout a few times, my voice sounding like a thin reedy whisper in the vast stand of trees. I consider cycling further on but discard that idea, I know my bush survival – always stay where you are. She’ll be back, she knows I’m a stranger in this land and prone to lostness. 10 minutes later she has not returned, I try shouting again, this time I hear distant shouts in reply..they gradually fade to nothing again. I try not to panic but my imagination runs wild and I have visions of spending the night in the forest. Finally I decide to cycle on ahead in the hopes that she will have finally doubled back.
I cycle as fast as I can and in a few minutes I spot a clearing through the trees and there she is looking around frantically. I shout and we cycle toward eachother both relieved that I have survived my ordeal.
