On the way to the waterfall, Jimmy stopped to soak his feet.
Mist from waterfall made it feel like it was sprinkling rain, and the water below was muddy brown. Jimmy and I decided to jump in, despite a unfounded fear of pirannas and bacteria in the water.
That night we walked around Montezuma, drank some Guaro and watched people dance to Latino music. Once back at our cozy hotel, Charlie and I stayed up talking on the porch outside our rooms. This is the view.
After a long, eventful trip, we returned back to the airport. We had a lot of time to sit and think about how we didn't want go back home.
