The Rain

This was rainy season, I was fully aware and this is why I was hoping we would not be having rain while I did this trek with Steve. But now it was raining. No, I guess it was a torrential downpour and that also meant that my rescue would be put off since no one in their right mind would ever attempt this journey in the rain. 

I was happy to be in my own little world as I jotted down the details of the past few days. 

This gave me time to reflect, reflect on the fact that Steve had been the Walter Mitty of friends. He had the balls to do, say, and make things happen in a way that only Steve could. He played crypto while I collected money in a piggy bank. He was in Bali, Thailand, and Vietnam before I knew where to search for it on Google Maps. Reflecting back, Steve was my alter ego. He did all the things I thought of doing but never did. 

He took chances, and I took lessons. He made things happen and I waited for things to happen, he lived the dream while I chased it. Steve was Steve and I missed that. With Steve, we always knew that no matter what, Steve would find a way out of every situation. Unfortunately at that moment Steve was not here and I had to wonder, what would Steve do?

There was nothing to do but keep my pencil on the pages of my journal and keep the rhythm of the rain as my metronome. I have experienced rain, I have experienced much of this but mostly from a hotel or a villa. Never in the middle of the jungle in a wooden cabin. 

I was expecting it to be hotter and now with the rain, it was getting quite stuffy. The surprising lack of mosquitoes also was great until now. I assume the suckers were also hiding from the rain. So much of my time was taken up by swatting at them. I was desperately trying to write down every detail of our journey. But this rain and pounding was getting to me in all honesty. It truly put my life in perspective. I have lived very little of my life. I guess that’s why I was friends with Steve. No, let me scratch that… I am friends with Steve.