Diary - day 2

We wake up squinting at the hot sun and what seems like a bad dream sinks back into my mind. I stretch my stiff muscles and reluctantly sit up with a jerk and the large hypothermia blanket slips off me. Annmaree, Monica, Kelsey and Emma stir and ease themselves back into reality. We wearily get up and call a group meeting. Monica and Annmaree surprise us with a note written in code that they say they found on the bow that they found while they got water yesterday. The haunting sound of a horn rings. What is it? Our minds are triggered with thoughts and possibilities. Tribes. Maori. Huts. Refuge. We discuss the note and the horn and decide to ignore the note and follow the horn that we heard earlier. We briskly collect our belongings and begin our way with only a map to guide us. We made quick progress and were all very alert. Suddenly Annmaree stopped as she thought that this would be a good spot to camp for the night. So we collapse in a heap, exhausted. As the weather looked sturdy we decided not to bother with shelter and a snack bar each did the trick. The moon shone as we fell asleep in an exhausted heap and drifted off to sleep. To be continued...