We’re back where we started our adventure: Hotel Arilapa. It’s our last day for all intents and purposes – we wake at 5:00 AM to catch a 7:30 flight home. Very sad.
After a hectic morning of travel – an hour-long shuttle to an hour-long ferry to a two-hour shuttle – we’re lounging in hammocks, lulled by the sounds of the river, the birds, and a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the mango trees. A perfect way to wind down and wind up the trip.
I’ve been keeping a handwritten journal of the trip, and I’m planning on doing a series of posts when I get back, to fill in the gaps, bits and pieces I missed between the posts I did manage early in the trip, and, of course, details from the blackout period, from about Day 7 until today, when I was either too busy or there was no wi-fi.
Until we’re home, adios amigos y amigas.