After finally recovering Wally and Red Beard, we drove out of Cartagena and hit the open road. First stop–volcanic mud bath. Healing qualities, etc. etc.
We all sort of laughed when we got to the volcano. It was about 2 stories high, with a ladder. We were hot and exhausted, and almost bailed on the whole idea, but Bode was pretty insistent. It sounded good in guidebooks, but looked completely ridiculous in person. Still, it was the best thing we did all week.
The mud was so deep we couldn’t touch the bottom, but even moving was a concerted effort. It was thick, like pudding, and warm. It was bubbling up in places, making just the sound you would imagine mud coming up from a tiny volcano would make. And it was just plain weird. I can’t tell you how many times the 5 of us said ‘It’s just so weird’.
After standing on a grate and scraping off all the mud we could, we got to walk through the small town and into the lake. There, women met us and scrubbed us clean. They told Jason and Jesse to take off their shorts, but the rest of us they just pulled off our swimsuits and dumped in water. Almost invasive.
We couldn’t make it to our intended destination before dark, so we pulled off the road and found this random place to camp. Lot’s of mosquitoes, but still pretty sweet.