You COULD hike to La Ciudad Perdida in the dry season, but then you´d miss out on..
pre-hike muscle warm ups...
showers with REAL water pressure...
hour-after-hour of giggle worthy mud music...
alternative modes of aerial transport...
raftless white water crossings...
...and the friendly funk that comes with wearing clothes that have been wet for six days.
It´s a good thing that one of those funky wet t-shirts read...
I still haven´t the time to put together all the words, but the pictures can now be found in the Columbia Album.
And if you live in Germany, you might even catch a glimpse of my muddy boots stomping by on the tube, as we had THIS guy...
and a journalist from ZDF.de
stalking us around, interviewing and capturing footage for a
documentary on, "Why travellers consciously choose to travel in
notoriously dangerous areas..."
My answer coming soon.
(Just
in case the slant of my sarcasm slipped, let me be clear that the trek
-- monsoon, mud and all -- was absolutely awesome. It´s an mysterious
and magical equation that the more you endure, the more you hold dear.)
