It was another day of walking, probably the hardest one. We went over forty kilometers through forests, rivers, ups and downs and finally sinking in the black volcanic sand.
Somewhere after sunset I found myself biting a lemon to drink some of its juice as it was the only liquid I could find except, of course, for salty sea water.
Another moment I remember vividly is sitting together with Lena (while Dima went forward to try and find a boat – as we needed cross a lagoon to get to a ranger station) somewhere on the shore of Pacific ocean in complete darkness singing songs from our childhood movies. One of them was called «Wake up and sing», others were about musketeers. The ocean was only one to hear and accompany. It was probably one of the brightest moments of the whole adventure, even though we couldn't even see the sand under our rubber boots. The moment I couldn't possibly forget.
Then I remember being alone on the shore of the lagoon, dancing to ABBA songs to get warm (that's not what I usually listen to, but I was extremely happy to find it on my phone that night) and illuminating surroundings with my headlight to be ready if an occasional bear would like to become friends, while waiting for a boat (as it wasn't big enough to fit all three of us).
In other words, it was a pretty good day. The one you would remember. Even though I was absolutely exhausted and constantly blamed myself for getting into this.
