Locombia 2017 Chapter Six: The Arrival

This may be our dumbest idea ever," I say to Omar.

The welcome committee, with beer and all. 

I have finally found him between taxi drivers and relatives waiting for their beloved ones to arrive from their European adventures, whether they have learned German, basked in the snow for the first time in their lives or captured photos of Big Ben and the Eiffel tower as so many many before them.

"And we have done some stupid stuff," I continue.

"Well hello to you, too." Omar has his sheepish look. The one that says that he agrees, but he still thinks that even stupid ideas are worth exploring.

It's day 1. Or 0, depending on how you count. 20.000 elevation meters lie ahead of us. It's still time for us to change our mind, book a plane to the Caribbean coast and spend a month under the sun.

Granadilla, the first of many.