They get lost

The girls jog through the city. It is early morning, but the sun is bright and the temperature is steadily climbing. The intense heat of the African day is not far off. The girls navigate along twisting streets, through decrepit buildings and crumbling neighborhoods. The oasis of parkland they could see from their hotel seems ever just out of sight. After half an hour of searching, the girls stop and look about... they don't see their hotel or any other landmarks. There are no signs to speak of.

"Alright, which way did we come from?" Debbie mutters. The road they had been jogging down reveals unseen branches at strange angles. "We've been generally trending left..."

"Yeah, I thought we were sort of circling back..." Brooke agrees, slightly fatigued but increasingly apprehensive. "What should we...?" The girls exchange a look of concern.