It is a funny thing, time. It always moves forward. And before you know it the time allotted to your trip has come to an end. You look back and there it is, and yet is not. Two weeks ago you remember still being in Ecuador. You remember planning your journey back to Lima. Taking that road from Vilcabamba to Zumba. The road that started paved and ended as a dirt road. The fantastic scenery, jungle clad mountains, steep ravines, raging rivers. The precipitous drops threating the tires of the bus which seemed to hover over the edge of the road, rather than clinging to it. The road never seemed to end, snaking its way through those green hills, up and down valleys, every turn affording new majestic views. And then suddenly you arrived in Zumba.
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