Caucagua – Higuerote - 46 km
By morning I was relieved to wake without being robbed, shot, or anything warned
about.
The stretch over the mountains to Higuerote was a short and pleasant one. The
state of the cars astounded me: old rust buckets bounced along without shocks and
I thought it quite astounding they were still going.
Higuerote
As usual, Ernest took forever to get ready (he was dreadfully slow in the mornings).
Waiting, I updated my travel log at the little table outside our abode. The pousada
had a charming courtyard, even though builders worked on the upper floor. I
popped inside for a minute and upon returning, discovered my notebook gone!
I was understandably upset as nearly all my recent pictures and journal was stored
on the laptop. Everyone was running about trying to locate the culprit – presumably
one of the workers – but he was long gone, and I’m sure never to return.
I went to the shop, bought a new notebook and modem, and spent the rest of the
day loading programs.