These kids scared us off the mountain.

Out in the middle of no where we had three kids appear out of the jungle from the path that we'd come from. They were checking us out and brandishing a 12 inch hunting knife, the youngest one kept eyeing us up and wispering to the oldest kid in the group (16 or 17 years old). We decided to take the less risky route out and make a quick escape on the bike and not hold the hill. It was a no win situation even if we did win the fight. Once we vacated the hill they took our position and shouted in triumph. To be honest in all my travels aside from the freaky night in the hostel with the crazy guy this was the first time I felt my life was possibly in peril.