Descending Mt. Roraima

We climb down the steep part of the mountain in several small groups. Moving slowly to ensure each other’s safety, the bond we form as a group we call the “Dream Team” continues to amaze me. I mean, with such a large group under some stressful circumstances, there are...

To the Lost World

We stand and eat breakfast, huddled like horses, at camp Pig Farm. Marisol, our guide who comes from Guyana, explains the perils of the day. The ascent will be straight up, and we need to climb with our hands. Be careful placing hands on rocks, branches and wet clay,...

The Kindness of Strangers

Busses zoom past us, jockeying through traffic congestion…about 25 busses per minute. Mare and I swelter in the Amazon sun which vaporizes the recent downpour. We tote backpacks and each hold a “carry-on.” We’re looking for bus #307, to take us to the terminal, where...