I’ve been scratching mosquito bites the whole day. It’s a desperate situation and an unwinnable fight. But I carry on.

Waking up with high hopes and ending up with rain, wind and what can be considered a bad day.

My knees hurt but I keep on walking. The scenery is beautiful along the Route 55 to Cape Muroto.

When all the hotels are booked, one has to prepare a strong plan B.

Two mountains, one river, no lunch. It was a day of ups and downs in the land of raw fish.