so a small group of us decide to hike to a small village called monte cafe, or mount coffee for u gringos, a good hike about 6 hours away. after a 5 o’clock start we start the climb up and 15 mins into it im already soaked with sweat and know im in for a long day… After numerous water breaks, snack breaks, and a few vomit breaks we get there and have a good welcoming even though we came in the middle of their festival worshiping Marry, a direct spiritual battle of why we were there, we pray at some peoples homes, have a great dinner, reflect on the day, and set up camp to head out in the morning. as we wake we get news blanco our guide to get us back home partied a little to hard last night and could make it on a count of a wicked hang over so we decide to hick to the trail and wait for another guide but on our way we find blanco still lit up like a christmas tree but ready to take us back to monte frio. we decide to jump into the river to sober him up and the first 5 hrs go along smooth except him getting a little teary eyed while remembering his recently deceased brother till he about passes out from exhaustion and has to stop. we give him a couple hand fulls of raisins, a half jar of peanut butter, a canteen of water and he takes a power nap as half of us walk ahead. a half hour latter im told he wakes up and kills the rest of the peanut butter sakes for more water, which they are out of, hops up and runs the rest of the mountain and we meet up at the first corner store where we all meet back up for some much needed water and rest. all in a days work for a racer….
