Today we overpaid a guide ($40!) to hike 8km from Jaibalito to San Marcos, walking through mud and repeatedly quick ascents and descents, carrying barely enough money for a lunchtime drink for everybody to deny the robbers the satisfaction, walking more than our lazy, soggy bodies can handle (even Erik, our x-country runner, passed his threshold), and this was my favorite day yet.
Maybe it's an exercise in traveller's relativity, that the disfrutidad of one day is a result of the malidad of the previous day (don't think those are words), but after all the rain and funk of the past 2-3 days I'm walking on air.
