We rose at 6am, to meet our hillarious guide, Jose, who was blatently still drunk from the night before! This was followed by Three and a half hours of bus journey along winding roads, up the mountains, gradually feeling more and more sick! We finally arrived in a small rural area, called Vaqueria. We only walked for 3 hours on the first day, feeling rally confident that it would be easy, without bags (being carried by Jesus (our donkey driver) his 2 donkeys and horse) - How wrong we were! The altitude affected us badly and we were happy to see the campsite at around 3pm. We both had terrible headaches, and decided to have a little siesta. We were woken, half an hour later with fresh popcorn and Coca leaf tea (a godsend (from Jesus!!!)
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