October 18, 2013

I had just arrived to Cananaconde, a small puebla where the condors fly.  Not many tourists make this a destination spot however it was one of the highlights of my trip that I hold dear to my heart.  On my bus I ran into two fellas that I had met in the jungle a month prior to and later that day I made a team of new friends that, without them I’m not sure I would have made over those 3 very hot days down, up, back down and reluctantly back up the deepest canyons in the world.