The day after hiking up the volcano, we then went down into Mosteiros. A four-five hour walk downhill through the "green" side. The guys are standing in front of the President's house. Sure a couple managed to crash the White House dinner, but were they offered fresh manioc?
I decided to test my ability to carry my two bags over long distances. It all went well until the last forty minutes or so. We finally hit the "paved" road and I took a digger like I haven't taken since Shea's birthday party fiasco. On the plus side, I just about made it and feel all that much tougher for it. Forca!
We hung out in Mosteiros for a few days. Mosteiros gets a bad rap, but I liked it. It reminded me of Santo Antao. Probably some of the most relaxing days I've had since I've come here. For the weekend we headed back to the city.
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