The road up to Rio Blanco was full of weird and wonderful distractions. All this was just as well because the grueling two-hour hike made my legs feel like theyd been fed through a rolling machine. Precious little traffic allows me to appreciate the hummingbirds busy at work in the morning shade, and to enjoy the dazzling surroundings. A conveyor belt of local characters drift past me in all manner of guises and thrift store clothes. A little blonde albino girl cutting guavas with a machete. A pair of wild-eyed identical twins with ... (more)