Palomino, 6th Dec. '24.

As usual, I didn't need the alarm. Got up in time to set off on the hike to the 'nearest' indigenous tribal village. It wasn't near at all.
Blimey, what a hike!
Into the town centre, past the football field and the cemetery, and onward - much, much further. The owner of the pace I'm staying in, Omar (a very interesting man in his own right), told me that the hike was 3 hours there. That means 3 hours back :(
He was almost exactly right.
The photos today are just the lead up to my eventual arrival at the village. They cover the walk and some of the scenery on the way. It's obviously a fairly quiet hike, but I bumped into an old chap and a young woman who were going to the village too. He was a guide that she'd hired for her trip.
Also, there were a few lads on motorbikes, ferrying punters to and from town for the 'rubber ring floating down stream to the sea' experience. (I wasn't all that interested.)
Because I took so many shots, I've held back most of those from when I got to the village.
I know; what a tease.En savoir plus