Day 91 - A Good old strum on the Banjo echoed through the halls of San Jose's finest Hostel this morning...Marco was on watch as 'The Golden Frog' hosted a cheeky impromptu jam session.
A taxi was needed to get to the outskirts. The heavens opened as we got whisked off on a whirlwind drive, winding and wrapping ourselves amongst the clouds to carve through a jungle mountain range...stopped off midway next to a random chicken pen perched on a cliff edge. Jumped out of Adrian's jeep to capture this amazing view...a cloud formation was creeping into this enormous valley offering a stunning view. As we got set up it was too late, the cloud had engulfed all...including us, all that was left to do was fulfil a call to nature behind a bush.
Safely dropped on the other side of the mountains, a town called San Isidro was where we came unstuck...walking and walking with Thumb aloft to the outskirts of town, the heavens opened once more...we sought shelter under a tin roof next to a supermarket, the night crawled in. 3hrs later we threw the towel in and found a Motel.