Hence, the hike. My dad's solution to anything and everything hormonally or mentally related is exercise.
After a 10 minute incline and a downpour of rain, we reached our first viewpoint. By then we were all soaking wet (happily so) and muddy.
As we declined, the littered, worn area of the hike shifted to a more dream-like state. Vines grew where ever and however they pleased, ants made tiny trails across the path, and the fresh rain mixing with the lush vegetation created a wonderful, earthy aroma.
We then reached the bamboo forest. It was out of this world beautiful! The bamboo would grow in a lump and jut out in all directions. Like an array of giant, disorganized flowers.
4.5 miles later and we pop out in a field behind our starting point. All of us were soaking wet, muddy, and delightfully tired. Some of the other hikers set off to the beach, but others (like us) stayed behind and watched the locals "lime".
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