It was so muddy!
We woke up that morning and rain was pounding outside the window. It had rained for days before our arrival. We wondered if we had traveled to paradise, only to be trapped in the small room we were staying.
We had two choices: stay hunkered down or make it an adventure.
So, out we went! I don’t usually equate adventure with mud, but that’s what greeted us. Lots and lots of slippery, thick mud. Mud that sucks your shoes in and won’t let go. Mud that pulls you in up to your knees. Mud that tries to throw you off narrow paths into the cascading water below.
We hiked all week. Some of the hikes seemed almost impossible due to how steep they were, and when you added slippery mud, it became both amazing and bit scary.
At one point I fell into a crater. My hands and arms were muddy. My knees were bruised. My hair hung in my face, for my hands were so muddy I couldn’t touch it with my fingers.