So I didn't spend much time thinking whether venturing out all alone would be a smart decision. I already knew the answer, and I also knew I had to do this.
Onward I went, taking in the sights and smells. The trail bifurcated more than once. I kept strictly to the left, the erratically ringing temple bell growing more and more distant. I don't know how long I was out, so I took out my photo. And voila, no network. Where I'd stopped, the left route was patched out by a flat rock, and the right side took a steep decline. I could see the surrounding hills now, peeking from behind the canopy. Did I mention it'd started raining? I ruefully accepted that going any farther would be setting new heights of stupid decisions, even for me. So I took a selfie and a roundabout, found my way back too easily to call this venture an adventure, and was back to buzzing civilization way sooner than I'd have liked.
Back in hotel, me with all the innocence I could muster "Nah just walked about here and there, to the temple. Yeah lots of people around, no worries."