Once we stumbled into the canyon, I thought I heard voices. I whispered to Collin, "do you hear that?" His look answered my question, and very apprehensively, I headed towards the back of the canyon. There, I found a family of four with three people kneeling over a fourth hurt person. As soon as they heard me, the rose their weapons, including a bow and arrow. I screamed, "No! No! I do not mean to harm you!" They put their weapons down confused. A woman spoke: "Who are you and why are you here?" "We are hikers, who have lost a friend in an accident. We don't know where we are, or where we are going. We just came here for help," I replied. She replied very solemnly, "Well, you're not going to find that here."
She went on to explain that this region of the trail has been very very poor for the last forty years. They used to produce their own food and stayed very isolated because of that; they did not need to communicate with other villages because they could make anything they needed by themselves. However, forty years ago that changed. A horrible famine took place and many people starved to death. People went to extreme measures to find food, and often killed other people over fights for food. The years went on and they never were able to produce what the village used to produce. Now there is a revolution going on. We just ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time.