I awoke, the sunlight streaming onto my face. Sunlight? I didn't remember leaving the curtains open last night. I sat up, and the hammock twisted throwing me onto the ground below. Ah now I remember. THUD! I got up of the moist earth, relatively uninjured. I carefully got up unattaching the machete from it's cord, I spent the better part of the day cutting wooden spears and wedging them firmly into the ground in a square around the 2 tree, I left a small space for an entrance my camp now approx 20m in all directions, by now I was sweating profusely and both hungry and thirsty, I got out a bottle of water (one of three I'd brought along for before I was fully encamped) and ate another quarter of the rations. Food would soon be a problem. It seemed sad really, two days I'd been in this untamed wilderness –one of the few on the planet – and I still hadn't had a chance to explore. After a month (by then I should be well established) I should be able to go back to the lodge (assuming I could find it), go back into the city and pick up some other things I'd need.
As night approached I prepared 10 wooden torches, 8 to set around the camp, 4 outside, 4 inside, and 2 for if any animals got in to scare them off personally. I now had the 2 torches and the machete attached to my hammock, I was probably bordering on paranoid but I felt far safer with the 8 burning torches and the 2 unlit ones plus the machete. (the spears probably numbered around three hundred)
The next day I awoke once more to sunlight but this time I wasn't disoriented, so I climbed down the tree, retrieving the machete first of course, task numero uno of today was to make tonight's torches and a wooden spear. So machete through my belt I then placed my pack in my hammock and wandered in the direction the leech went ( I assumed it had gone towards water), 5 minutes walking later and I reached the river, and came to a profound oversight on my part, I needed a boat.
So I waited lying on my front by the riverbank, unmoving spear poised in my hand waiting for a fish to get close enough, 20 minutes later a fish came within reach, I stabbed down...
And missed completely, scaring the fish aware and disturbing the waters calm. This cycle continued for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon till I finally caught a fish, it was tiny barely a mouthful of flesh on it's body, I gave up throwing the minute corpse into the river knowing full well that something would eat it.
I headed back to camp mentally exhausted.