We had not even 5 minutes of the clock, and the jeep before it was aground. He caught the mud on th

We rang the alarm to 4am in the morning, since we went to look for 5h. We had time to shower us parrots and eggs breakfast, a kind of Revuelto eggs with chopped cockleshell beach onion and tomato, very typical here, and from the first day we learned to cook us. As timeliness Colombia conspicuous by its absence, we relaxed breakfast cockleshell beach before we collect, quarter-6am.
The car did not fit all, so naltros three went to the bus terminal in Sincelejo, where we took a Buseto to San Jacinto, the birthplace of the sun, and other crafts. A couple of hours later and 10,000 pesos, we arrived at our destination. There we met more people, cockleshell beach and we were waiting for a while until everyone arrived, as the road was difficult and we had to climb three jeeps.
Complicated means that were 16 km, raising various Lome (like hills) in a way that is predicted muddy, so as to land because it was raining wearing days (we are in winter, ie rainy season, as the temperature is the same: warm). After a long time waiting, which we used to eat an arepa-huevo cockleshell beach and buy a pair of pasties in case we inidicar journey in three jeeps quaint enough, these old and only a few were 4 4. Our destination: the judges of Las Palmas, a town belonging cockleshell beach to San Jacinto, in the middle of the Montes de María, a region between the departments of Sucre (where we match) and Bolivar (where we were then).
Just out of San Jacinto, we saw a picture esferïdora: cockleshell beach opened before us a vast invasion, an immense field of displaced people living in poor conditions in tents made casolanament, most of which have no walls, just as it has four poles ( counted four poles) and a couple of pieces of fabric or plastic, as a ceiling. Fail or category cabins.
The jeeps were bypassing the invasion, who watched our eyes as we could with the cameras: front except the jeep, where people went to the banks of sitting inside the box, the other two jeeps were going standing. To me touch the middle. cockleshell beach
We had not even 5 minutes of the clock, and the jeep before it was aground. He caught the mud on the side of the road, a steep climb. The passenger and fell as they could, and the jeep got out and get to the top half empty, where they put chains. At the same time, to put it the other two jeeps, all wanting to avoid something predictable.
We overcome the rise, people first jeep was back up and we follow the path, muddy and had never seen any. After 10 minutes, the first jeep returned to be stranded. This time, however, the warning cockleshell beach was a premonition: had been sunk, not the wheels turned, and not with the rope tied to another jeep, already thrown forward or backward, he could get away.
They began to lose men (two women who were looking on from a distance), some barefoot, others shirtless and began to muddy: removing mud from under the car with a shovel, removing water from a bucket with a hole, cutting trees and branches to have a machete blow wedges or plunger, etc. But nothing. The car came out. Naltros under the guise of "international journalists" we also looked from the sidelines, and we would grab.
But something is making you feel bad, seeing people cockleshell beach muddy up the eyebrows (there was a guy who literally looked like a living doll clay) that many attempts had not borne fruit (Falco car, etc.) and we had been more than 1 hour and a half, and we are launched: shoes, socks and shirt off ("Tienes take more than the sun," said a Colombian girl) and down.
Skip truck was synonymous live muddy up to the knees. We lose three journalists and aid workers, all Catalans to put our grain of sand. That had to be the last attempt. A sickle car behind, get it while the jeep pulled ahead with a rope, and the rest did force by putting all the enthusiasm to push the car.
In the first attempt, the car moved a little. That spurred us, along with cheering and naltros cockleshell beach joke that we were dropping. And finally, after pulling forces cockleshell beach where there was, amid the mud sliding, legs sunk in a mud puddle to the knee, the we get. The joy and the glory of the world, and a special congratulations to naltros because we were dropped at the last moment and the possibility out. Nothing is further from reality, however, is that we know