Pampered,
soft feet and an equal number of shiny new boots set foot onto the soft Caribbean
sand, armed with a youthful exhuberance, were eager to go. 40 minutes in we had
our first half-hour break – a luxury we would look back at wistfully!
The first
half of the trek was over 130km of torrential rain, sliding in mud, fruit,
fallen heroes (Tom, who later went to San Lucas Island), welcoming communities,
Terciopello snakes, river swimming (a highlight!), and not being able to
recognise our own boots! However we kept on going and finally arrived by a
beautiful river, where we camped: we had survived the first half of our trek!
During the
second half of the trek, we entered the jungle and after this, we had another
battle to fight – the mountains! They were endless and inclining, but getting
to the peak of 2842m made it all worthwhile, despite the fact we couldn’t
really see anything (we were standing in a cloud!)
After
living together for many days, the conversation topics could vary enormously,
from religion and the meaning of life to who we could smell from the furthest
away and needed to be wrestled into the shower (Mau).
Day 16
contained the last hill climb (or so we thought) and ended in sunbathing and star-gazing at
night, which we should have known was too good to be true as the next day we
encountered so many hills we started to doubt whether we’d ever get back to sea
level again...
However, we
trekked on all the way to the last km, during which the sea breeze and salty
air were tantalisingly close but forever hidden by a layer of trees. At the
first glimpse of the beach we forgot about our blisters, the280km and the
weight on our backs and just started sprinting towards the sea, throwing off
our bags and storming fully clothed into the roaring sea. We had reached the
Pacific and crossed a continent.
Our best
moments included:
Fighting,
Oliver Twist-style, over mashed potatoes and energy bombs.
Josue
playing his drum to keep us going on trek.
Mau getting
us coconuts, sugar cane, guavas and mangoes.
Lizzie being
the alarm clock and mother of the group.
The ongoing
snoring competition between Carlton, Richard and William.
Lu Ying
being the only one able to blow out the trangia.
Pura Vida!





