So you’re sweating, horribly so, and your skin is dripping sunscreen and high levels of DEET mosquito repellent. You are insanely jealous of the carefree, tanned young women all around you that are making the journey in only a bikini top, tiny shorts and flip flops. But you know you can never be one of them. Despite your gross differences in coolness and sex appeal, you all press expectantly forward as the scenery sooths your physical traumas and the roar of the falls grows closer.
At last, you are there! La Garganta del Diablo (The Devil’s Throat/Gorge) spreads before you in unspeakable, majestic beauty. You stride the remaining steps and grasp the railing with trembling hands, and look down into the water thundering below. And the shower begins.
This is only one part of the magic surrounding
And even though I’m now experiencing a very different, even more spectacular destination, I still find myself swatting away non-existent mosquitoes.