Our next step on the journey into the wilderness was as incredible six hour journey up the Rio Platano. Incredible because of the scenery passing by, birds sweeping overhead, people by the riverbanks and the absolute lack of any trappings of the western world. Also incredibly hot, uncomfortable and sweaty. Once in Las Marias - a collection of isolated homesteads spread around a curve in the river - we chilled for the day and planned our trips into the interior.Myself and Heidi chose a two day trek deep into the jungle, culminating in a hike up a mountaina and staying in a cabana overnight. This was not a trek for the faint-hearted. Mud like I´ve never seen before, bugs that defied belief and trecherous ground. A sprained ankle was seriously on the cards and I´ve no idea what our one guide would have done about it. Phew. It was the real thing and so we weren't too disappointed when at the summit of Pico Baltimore, the tree shrouded view was practically non-existent.
Following a night in the cabana - thanking god for mosquito nets and coils - we trekked the long way back to the village. On return I was shagged and leapt into the muddy waters of Rio Platano. Aaaaaa.....
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