El Rodeo

We head to El Rodeo, avoiding Black Friday, and Madam heads downwards whilst I briefly shoot upwards before dropping down towards Piedras Negras. And turn round well before, to struggle upwards at the pace of the slowest snail. At least several morphos were spotted by both of us.

At sunset we climb to our hidden eyrie where various evil beverages disappear and a caracara lands too close for comfort.