The Macaques began howling louder and I ducked in fear. I heard a voice and I felt something touching my head.
"No!" I stood up ready to run, my feet tangled itself with its laces and tripped forward. I heard a chuckle behind me and turned my head. A woman stood, she had shoulder length black hair with a blue baseball cap, her eyes were dark and friendly, her complexion was slightly tan. She wore a tan Capri, brown climbing boots, and a beige long sleeve thermo shirt.
The lady spoke to me in Japanese but the only thing i actually understood was 'American' and 'anata (meaning you)'. I shook my head and held up my hands in defeat, I shook them back and forth in confusion. she imitated me with a confused expression.
"Wakarimasen, wakarimasen." I repeated. (this means 'I don't understand')
Her face lit up, she smiled and laughed.
"Yamashita Kykyo," she pointed to herself and gave a slight bow.
"Sonya." I replied with my made up name that I always give to strangers and bowed lightly.
she motioned to the area around and said, "No, no. Bad..."
I nodded and began apologizing then i stopped midway and laughed. She can't understand me!
"M-map!" she exclaimed. I took out my map and handed it to Kykyo. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a pen, she started to cross out some parts of the map. My map was already marked up with places to obtain fresh fruit and where the main road is located.
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She handed the map to me and pointed out some of the marked spots.
"No, no." Kykyo repeated.
I nodded and thanked her, "Arigato Yamashita-San!"
Kykyo said something and then my name. She motioned for me to follow her and I did.
About an hour or two later, we arrived at a resort. She offered me some food, water and lunch. I took her offer, thanked her and left back to the woods. I had managed to draw a rough sketch of her, with her permission.
"Bye bye." Kykyo had told me, "Bye bye Sonya!" and that is the last I ever saw her.
I learned that you can't get out of every situation on your own. Everyone needs some sort of help at some point of their life.
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