I am with RJ in Ciudad Bolivar (the old Agostura).

The atmosphere smells of gunpowder in Venezuela. Groups of young people fall into the shops looting. The shutters of the shops are closed with the customers inside for safety.

Time for the next part.

I want to go to Angel's fall.

I've always been fascinated by water.

We rent with two others a five-seater plane. The door is loose and closed with a wire.

Looks like I'm flying with Goofy.

It's fun.

We land in Canaima.

We enter a dugout canoe where we try to settle on some wooden boards, sitting.

It's raining and the weather is bad.

Hassle but the spectacle amazing.

We are going up the Orinoco River and there are huge tepui on the left and right.

After six hours and with sore bodies we arrive and the ascent begins.

We are about to climb a tepui across the waterfall.

And from here begins the story...

Once again, as usually, I have brought inappropriate shoes.

Childhood trauma... And now I'm in flip-flops ready to climb the mountain.

What was I thinking???

There are three Italians and the two guides with us.

The ascent is difficult and arduous.

I pray for the flip-flops to hold.

But... Not...

Just before the top they are broken.

I'm at the top, but I'm barefoot now.

The spectacle is breathtaking.

The world's tallest waterfall.

Almost a thousand meters free fall.

And I'm barefoot and we have to go down...

RJ is murmuring and he looks at me with horror because he can't help me.

The mountain is steep, it’s raining, everything is muddy, and the ground is full of roots that protrude.

I take two steps and I stop. It hurts too much in the mud and branches. I'm trying to figure out what to do.

I have to get down.

The more I think, the more it hurts.

The more I think about it, the more I stop.

Every time I stop, I get frightened.

I'm tired, the sun's coming down, and the other guys are moving forward.

I slip.

There's only one option.

To practice everything I have learned...

I enter into a meditative state...

I enter that space of silence...I breathe...

And I start to descend...

I enter the space of no mind.

And I'm coming down.

I do not think anything...

I'm persuading myself for grounding.

I persuade myself that I will make it...

And I'm coming down.

One foot in front of the other...

The tree roots are doing reflexology on my paws.

One foot in front of the other.

"Go ahead, go ahead," I say to myself...

I don't even think about what might be in the mud.

"Go ahead."

It's almost dark.

The other guys have almost reached the base.

One foot in front, after another...

And yet...

15 minutes later I've reached the boat.

They all stare at me with admiration... And maybe little strange...

I'm proud of me.

I look at my feet.

And it’s a miracle!

They don't have any scratch.

They are pink and velvety.

As if they haven't stepped on the ground.

They don't even hurt me...

I fall asleep in my hammock.

I am happy!

Was it the angel of the waterfall???

... That's another story.