By soyunasantacruz on Skatehive
Mountain trekking Very good (or very bad) experiences with nature are never forgotten, even after many years. I still remember when I first saw Pozo Azul. It was the first time I had crossed several rivers up to my neck, lifting my rucksack above my head and trying to keep my legs steady so I wouldn't be swept away by the force of the water. It was my first time walking several kilometres across mountains to reach the pool, and on the way back I almost didn't make it because I was so dehydrated and exhausted. In the end, I felt so happy to have achieved such a feat and I promised myself I would return. I always wanted to go back, and 15 years later I did. I have a cousin who recently started a tourism company, but I already knew all the routes she had taken, so I had never travelled with her until I saw the advertisement for the blue well and asked her a somewhat strange question: which blue well is the trip to? In my country, Venezuela, there are several turquoise blue water wells wit