Reasons to smile this morning:
A different view of last night’s uninvited dinner guest:
Breakfast, as always.
Bernando rounding us up with the “let’s go!” we taught him last night, especially surprising given his quiet demeanor.
La Ciudad Perdida!
DAY THREE. 11.6 km/7.2 mi. If only our packs were this light all the time! Given our eventual return to the base camp for lunch, we take only what we need. The walk along the river turns upward as we approach the stairs leading to La Ciudad Perdida – all 1,200 of them. David and I are leading the group when we recognize the beginning structures of the Lost City. Per his suggestion, we wait for the others and continue as a group, silently following Bernando’s lead around a circle, coca leaves in hand, as we…
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