01.09.2013 - 01.09.2013
Thirst satisfied is not like hunger satisfied. You don't enjoy the water more because you're thirsty. It just quickly disappears down your gullet, and the best you can hope for is relief, forgetfulness. We never seem to learn our lesson about water--that is, to bring and drink enough of it. In Barichara we hiked four hours in midday over a shadeless, cobblestoned hiking trail with just 1.5 L of water between the two of us. We arrived back in town faint and a little desperate. All I could think about was my thirst as we trotted back to the main square, almost blind to the picturesque buildings. Actually, Barichara was our whole reason for visiting this region, but, much as I wanted to like it, I wasn't much impressed. It was pretty enough, and quaint--but not stunningly so. I snapped a few pictures but was more interested in the juices we bought. The hike to Guane was perhaps more memorable, with its bucolic scenery and dramatic view of the canyon and mountains ahead. But again it did not hold me the way I thought it would. Maybe it was the dusty haze in the sky that left the landscape feeling distant and obscure. I've felt this way about Yosemite on some visits, not wanting to admit my disappointment with California's crown jewel. Poor visibility--matters not only in diving but also in hiking, it seems. Still, I was glad to have gone, if only to see what was there.
That was a few days ago, on Sunday. Now we're waiting at the Bucaramanga bus station for our 10:30 pm bus to Medellin. A 6-hour wait and no Copetran VIP room to keep us comfortable this time.