The Jungas is over some mountains and to get there you have to drive on these incredibly high roads. You are literally driving through the clouds. It's eerily beautiful, not unlike passing through a mythical underworld, in fact, in order to get there one must drive on the most dangerous road in the world (don't worry Mom, they actually built a new, slightly less-dangerous road, so it's okay).
After a two hour slow and steady climb, you go through a tunnel that is over a kilometer long through the mountain and come out on the other side met with sunshine and lush forests.
This is followed by a long drive down. They have these crazy retaining walls made of concrete and giant steel bolts that supposedly keep the mountains from falling apart. The camp we had the retreat at is a nice, comfortable 2500 feet above sea level, so I was actually able to play sports to my full potential.
The name of the camp is "El Puente" which means "The Bridge".
It was a great weekend. I made a lot of new friends and spoke a lot of Spanish. I wish it were longer than just the weekend.
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I liked this post with running commentary in the pictures. And I like how you're voice through the blog is really keeping things "ordinary" if you will; for me that has the effect of making it more tangible and thus "feelable". It was good to chat tonight, and I'm sorry I was a little spacey!
Blessings brother!
Matthew
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