Someone leaves, someone else arrives
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- Created: Friday, 19 April 2013 04:22
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Here we are. We're back in the chaos of the city of Cintalapa.
It does not take much to be catapulted into the so-called civilization: waking up in Tierra Colorada camp at 6.30, packing the tents and equipment, not the food because we ate pretty much everything!
At 9, from the other side of the clearing, emerges our friend of the Rabasa Colony who comes to rescue us with a horse and a donkey to load the material of the camp. Two hours of march with the usual ups and downs of the path, under the weight of our backpacks, and here we are, more sweaty than ever, in Rabasa.
From there we have to wait for the truck of the reserve which promptly at 11 comes plodding along on a dusty track. We are now on board and we can relax the muscles of the legs. The track, which looks more like a river bed because of its bumpiness, is very long: about three hours between Rabasa and Cintalapa. However, as I have said earlier, here we are.














