And then it came time to head back down. We were again a train of scientists, filmmakers, porters and dogs, though things were a tad less wet on this day. Sun peeked through the clouds, presenting us a riot of green. I was amazed at the group of fast-moving woman/girl porters who cruised by us at one point. We all made it down intact, with minor slippage and sliding around, and I enjoyed the enveloping, warm, humid air. A long truck ride through jungle paths back to our lodging made me sink into a haze of exhaustion, satisfaction and bliss. We spent the next day recovering in our beds and on the beach.
Coming down the ash hill
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