When we emerged in Mocagua from our hike to the Maikuchiga Monkey Sanctuary, our Casa Gregorio guide Stan told my daughters I looked like I was made of water.
It had indeed been a hot, humid, and sweaty trek through the Colombian jungle to the rehabilitation and reintroduction center for Amazonian monkeys rescued from domestication and illegal trafficking. To protect my septuagenarian, Irish skin from the equatorial sunrays, I kept every inch of my body covered with modern outdoor fabric, hence the liquid appearance post-hike.
I hadn’t noticed the perspiration, as I had hiked as deep in the jungle as i would ever be. And the monkeys, mostly juvenile, were among the most gracious posers I’ve ever encountered.
