Locombia 2017 Chapter Seventeen: The Therapy
We are raisins. Angry raisins.
San Vicente 0 kilometers
Sanctuary verdict: Ambience, five stars. Service, two stars.
We have spent most of the past 36 hours submerged in water. We have spent most of the time on dry land frustrated by mediocre service. So, therapy for the body, but we may need anger management for the soul.
It is, however, difficult to be angry for long. In this valley, easy to reach by car and so bloody exhausting to access by bike, thermal waters fill rustic pools, the warm water washing away all worries. Well, all worries but one.
We have decided to make a detour, which will make this trip even more memorable, one way or the other. We are at the foot of Los Nevados National Park, known for its snow-capped volcanos and spectacular scenery. We haven't packed for climbing a national park. We don't have the clothes to endure potentially cold weather. But it's so tempting to go! So we pack some snacks and cross our fingers for reasonably good weather and we go.
Mum, please send wool clothes if you haven't heard from us in five days. Omar's mum, please send sunblock. Oh, and both mums, please send more whisky.
We're out of whisky!
Making plans for passing the mountain, advised by locals.
We will manouver by this map for the coming days.
