|Unidentified jumping spider|
It seems that some of the joggers that use the trail find carrying their water bottles with them, and leave them on a banister near the bottom of the trail. It seems awfully trusting of them, and I couldn't help but wonder about colourless laxatives. I walked on, and came to a bench in a gully in the rainforest. I stopped for a while, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the rainforest. I watched joggers pass by, their eyes intently focussed on the track, music playing through earphones, huffing and puffing as they ran up the steps. It seems such a waste.