Mt Roraima - The Descent
Today’s walk down Mt Roraima to the camp where we’re spending the night didn’t turn out to be as bad as I thought it would be. In fact it was a lot of fun, tiring, but fun nonetheless.
During the walk we had a bit of rain and I, of course, slipped crossing a river and ended up with another wet foot. I slipped crossing a river on the second day as well, so between these two and stumbling into the creek in the Amazon, I think I’m on my way to putting my foot in every river in South America.
We also walked past a small fire that started when a local hunter threw away his cigarette butt. The fire had burnt a few hills and we passed within about 6 meters of the flames. The fire fighters were out there with a helicopter and buzzed us a couple of times which was kinda cool.
The fire plus the dry heat, shrubby grasses, rocks and insects remind me a lot of the bush in Australia, especially out near Condobolin. It really is beautiful here, but I’m looking forward to getting back to town tomorrow. The thought of a hot shower and clean clothes is becoming increasingly appealing… though in reality they’ve always been appealing.


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