Didn´t think this would happen, but even after 5 days of trekking (slipping, sliding, eating, climbing, and being absolutely positively covered) in it, we voluntarily (even paid money) wanted to get in a little more mud. Although the presentation was way cooler (a 26m tall, over 2000m deep vat of silky gray mud), the end effect was the same: I had mud in places I don´t want to think about, let alone mention.
Floating, sort of, since it´s not like you can swim in the stuff, was an eerie sensation. You could stand upright, suspended 2000m over who knows what below you, and still only be submerged to your chest. Moving was a communal effort, with one person grabbing a nearby structural pole and helping along the poor soul who got stuck in the middle. A nice dunk in a fluorescent green lagoon afterwards to get "clean" (until the thorough scrubbing in the real shower back at the hotel), and we were on our way, one mud volcano experience richer.Shocked to realize I only have 2.5 weeks left of my trip... Tomorrow we fly to Panama. On to new and exciting things!
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