Day 4, Ciudad Perdida

...with a different route the last few hours: an easy descent, wide, very few rocks - but motorcycles coming and going every few minutes, some delivering supplies to the cabañas, some delivering tired or footsore hikers to the buses.  I am in good shape, maybe a little footsore from the last descent.  

Then a horrible two hour minibus ride at the end of the hike.  But the Colombians aboard were in great spirits, singing and clapping the whole way back to the hostel.

A soak in the hostel pool, two mojitas and a bowl of pasta at the bar, and I’m partway better.  But too tired to continue this episode.  So good night!