Today we were supposed to go for a walk, from La Catedral, formally Pablo Escobar’s prison and fortress, past two waterfalls, and through forests to a lookout point. I was the first to drop out due to a niggling medical thing that turned into a small crisis (by which I mean I will have to see a doctor — crisis enough, from my point of view) and then the visitor revealed that he could not walk downhill or on unsteady and slippery ground. Since the planned walk was all downhill, including some steep downward clambers, and the flat bits were through river beds and and over slippery rocks, that plan had to be changed. Instead they have gone off for a stroll to the botanical garden, while I first found an English speaking doctor, made an appointment tomorrow, arranged for some stuff to take care of in the interim, and read my book. I have not been reading much at all in recent weeks so am still on the cricket book. Still very enjoyable, but I am feeling the mental degradation that comes from reading news instead of books.
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