Nice wake up again, and out into the morning sun. Typical camp morning (except that were in Africa!!). Porridge, toast, mate, conversation. And what I said earlier, is totally true. This whole time has been a comedy. They can’t seem to say anything unless it has comic value. Pretty fun. The porters packed up and left, we have 12 porters, and I don’t know what they are carrying. Damian and I are carrying all our stuff, Ryan and Fernandito have 1 small bag each, plus our food. Pretty wild. On the way up we stopped at a cave for some bouldering, learned that the rock here is very sharp, and continued to camp. The whole walk took about 3 hours--we have nice days here. Had more bouldering at camp, then set up. All of the camps so far have been like American campsites. Picnic tables, shelters around the latrines, etc. We sat about all afternoon drinking mate and talking, relaxing. The whole valley below us was swathed in a sea of clouds. It was amazing, a blanket at clouds around our island of a mountain. Sunset brought spectacular views, making me feel like I was in southern Utah. The rock formations looming all around, dyed a deep red by the bloated African sun, their shadows stretching grotesquely over the dusty ground. For some reason I always enjoy sunsets immensely, so this was superb. Just relaxing among friends, feeling like nothing could hurt me. Just letting the light wash over me felt so good, to enjoy so much being exactly where I was.