Breaking camp in Catavina, three black ravens were perched above us, on three cactus stands, peering. One cocked its head and revealed the carrion hanging from its mouth. The others squawked, and we left, heading south, and east.
A federale was perched on a quartzite mound, peering, and aiming an AK-47 at the road. I gave him the 'shaka' with my left-hand and he waved back. On the way to the sea, we passed cirio forests, and rocky valleys of elephant trees, and near the coast, cardon stands that stretched beyond the horizon.
