Started our day with the existential dilemma of whether to cross or not to cross (that is the question) the river with no name, "Rio sin Nombre." THey discussed. I had no input. I'm still trying to figure out what the word existential means.

They crossed.

I crossed.

I'm cross. The wind blew my whiskers back again. The views were still beautiful.

Ok. Ah... Actually.... pretty nice cruising ride for the morning. Wide open valley. J&E insisted on riding down another sideroad for lunch. This made the hair on my back stand up. It made the hair on the mango stand up too. We found this plant with ginormous leaves.

After lunch we met the Canadiens again. We climbed. They climbed. I climbed. The vegetation got thicker. The road got smoother. The sound of the croaking frogs signalled our entry into the rain forest. The big leaves got bigger. I got smaller (the rain matted my beautiful fur).

We screamed down a roller coaster-like windy road to the bottom of the neighbouring valley. Erin got a flat tire. We decided to camp where tire flatted. Nice pebbly spit. Very tired. Slept.