The trek is over. I think this is the best part about it.
I was supposed to go on trek to gain a greater appreciation for my ancestors and the difficulties they went through just so they could live and practice their religion freely. Did I walk away with a greater appreciation? Not exactly. I mean, don't get me wrong, but I think that my ancestors didn't know what they were missing out on. For example, internet, bug spray, cars, planes, and other luxuries of the 21st century that I have. They had nothing with which to compare their experience. (That was a hard sentence to not dangle my participle.) I knew what they were missing out on, they didn't. It was their life. Was I grateful that they were willing to sacrifice the comforts of their homes, leave steady employment, and all civilization to do something that was asked of them and that meant a lot to them? Yes. I think this trek really made me more grateful for the everyday luxuries I have at home. The little things I take for granted.
My family (the group of people I was stuck with for three days) was pretty bad...I met some new people but the guys in my family were male chauvinists. It got annoying. I didn't get any scratches or bug bites which was pretty exciting. Other than pulling a handcart and getting a sore back, it was pretty uneventful and I came away unscathed.
