By now we were getting eaten alive by leaches, but the jungle was beautiful and we were enjoying it.
Sometime mid-morning, we heard the faint and distant sound of a little airplane. We had brought along a small, handheld VHF radio for this very purpose. It was difficult to get a good signal through the jungle canopy, but we made contact with the "outside world" today (Saturday), by communicating with Alan, high above in the comfort of a Cessna Caravan. It would be our last communication with anyone, other than ourselves, until Tuesday. If anything went wrong, we were absolutely on our own!