Having said our goodbyes to the rest of the
group, myself, Vova and Omar headed off into the misty, drizzly
morning. Our destination was the northern-most “hotel” on
Roraima, a decent 3-4 hour hike away. During our first 2 days the
guides had hardly been necessary, since there was pretty much only
one path from the village of Paratepui to Roraima and only one path
to the top. Here however it would have been impossible to navigate
without Omar, as the “paths” around the top were little more than
rocks of a slightly different shade which had been worn by hikers'
boots and the odd stepping stone through marshy waters.
Despite the top of the mountain looking more or
less flat from down below, our hike saw us navigate mini valleys and
clamber over many rocky hillocks as well as stopping to rest near a
small waterfall flowing into sunken pool. We arrived at our “hotel”
quite early and explored a little around the area. However, Omar
assured us that tomorrow would be a long day so we decided to get an
early night but not before I'd enjoyed what would be the first of
many meals consisting of bread, sardines and mayonnaise.
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