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Caught in the middle of the cloudforest, the trees formed a green wall
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The summit of the highest mountain of Honduras lies in the cloudforest, so I had plenty of reasons to climb it.
The first hour, I went very fast, which made me feel good. The sun came through, and it seemed to become a beautiful day. I made a left turn as I was told in the village, but after a while, I lost track of the path. I thought I found it again, but at some point, I found myself struggling up the mountain through absolute, almost impenetrable wilderness, in which seemlingly solid trees broke off like a match when i leaned against them for support, where the earth sometimes opened below me as my feet stepped on it, in which lianes tried to strangle me, in which my hand disappeared several times in spider webs. I had arrived in the real cloudforest of the Celaque. I was climbing on hands and feet, on my belly, literally inching my way up, just hoping to find the path again on the top of the mountain, which was shielded from view by the enormous trees. This struggle took more than an hour, and when I finally reached the ridge, I thought to have refound the path, which unfortunately was not true.
I had set myself a time limit, and fortunately I was wise enough to stick to it. And when it was there, I regretted it, but I knew I had to go back. It would even be difficult to find my way back to Chimís. Everywhere I looked, it was green around me, above me, down, left, right, there was a huge, green wall, blocking anything from my sight. On the way down, my trousers were torn open, I was completely full of earth, blood, bruises, scratches, as I worked my way down the mountain, hopefully in the right direction. Then, suddently, I heard cracking of wood, and I stopped to see if I heard voices. It happened several times, I stopped several times, and the last time I heard ... a cow! I saw it running past me a little later, and I was extremely happy, because I knew cows don't live in the jungle but belong to farmers. And indeed, as I followed the traces of the cow, the trees seemed to open up, the sun came through, and suddenly, I saw the mountains, a farm, and the valley below me!
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