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...

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 understand not a word of Portuguese. The sweat from our backpacks pulls our pants down. Finally, we board...