There is no use in voluntarily soaking ourselves to the bone, so we do what never gets done and sleep in, a lazy Saturday rest in our tent, awake and…
Paine Grande is to camping what a discotheque is to a library: utter chaos. Vacillating somewhere between horror and amusement, Graham and I approach the sea of tents with trepidation,…
The clouds decide to stay awhile, not too bad of a proposition given that once we loop through to Administracion–dropping off 99% of our fellow hikers at Pehoe Lake for…
Where In The World Is Gwendo? 