Well, after I made it to the bottom of the endless descent, I found the harbor along a beautiful, tranquil lake. The sun was nearing the horizon, casting long shadows and reflections of trees over the surface of the water. I walked along a trail by the shore taking it all in until the sun began to fade
. Dreading the hike back up, I made my way toward the stairs. "It can't be that bad" (side note: ha! i just figured out how to make an apostrophe after 2 months on spanish keyboards!) I thought, as I saw a little old Peruvian lady carrying 6 children, a bundle of tree branches, and a transmission for a 83 Datsun (Datsun's are big here) making the climb earlier. So I mustered up all my determination and slogged my way up, being passed by children and dogs and a friendly peg-legged man who offered me a piggy back ride (I think thatīs what he said, or maybe it was a derisive remark in spanish I misunderstood). Panting and sweating I finally made it to the top just as the darkness began to take hold... by "darkness" I mean the feeling of consciousness beginning to slip away, coincindentally the sun was also setting.
I hope you've enjoyed my new found skill of typing apostrophe marks! My next stop on the way toward the jungle is Tarapoto.
Moyobamba was a stopover point on the way from Chachapoyas to Tarapoto. It turned out to be a pleasant town with nice views over a nearby river. A small lake is situated toward the north end of town, down a seemingly endless set of stairs. There are three or four stopping points along the stairs for those who have burst a lung or suffered a cardiac incident on the way back up. As I effortlessly descended the stairs without a care in the world, I paused for a moment of reflection, and it occurred to me that I may need to borrow a llama to ride back up to the top. Unfortunately there wasnīt a single pack animal in sight!