International Mankini Challenge

The relationship is not immediately obvious I hear you say. Ireland is known as the home of Guinness, liberal drinkers and happy friendly and outgoing people. The United Arab Emirates, better known by some of its member states (e.g. Dubai), is known for being a religious country where the drinking of alcohol is frowned upon (and therefore restricted to hotels in Dubai). So what’s the answer? They are, of course, the latest locations that have been mankinied as part of the International Mankini Challenge!

As a dare Mark Dunne was bet by his friends to run down busy Grafton Street in the heart of Ireland’s capital, Dublin. As the four minute video below shows, Mark won the bet! It seems he made some friends on the way too!

A great effort by Mark who is keen to mankini some other locations in Ireland and beyond. I’m sure this isn’t the last we’ll see of Mark in the luminous lycra dental floss!

Our first Middle Eastern mankiniing of a country has been achieved by an old school mate of mine, Stu Field. As Stu told me “the photos are taken on the man-made island of Palm Jumeirah in the Emirate state of Dubai in the United Arab Emirates, with the famous Burj Al Arab 7 star hotel in the background, the world’s third tallest building. The others were taken at the top of the ‘Leap Of Faith’ water slide in the Atlantis Hotel Water Park also on the Palm Jumeirah. This is an almost vertical open waterslide that changes once you have descended 90ft, feet first, into a completely clear tube which runs through a tank of sharks and rays and out into a plunge pool.”

I haven’t see Stu in over 14 years and when I asked him why he did it he said “it was the first holiday that I’d had after you put the damn fool idea in my head! Seeing your pictures amused me! Though I have to admit it scared me somewhat to do this as this sort of behaviour is something that police arrest for in this Islamic state although they are slightly more relaxed her than in some other UAE states!”

Great work Stu. As you say, it takes a lot of guts to do something like this. Some people may think we’re exhibitionists, but the truth is that for the most part we’re scared to death. The attraction of what we all agree are unsightly photos at the best of times, that don’t really show any of your best side, is the amazing adrenalin rush from the danger and risk of it. I’d like to say it gets easier the more times you do it, but it doesn’t!

Click here to see Stu Field’s mankini pictures in Dubai.

Keep the pictures and videos coming everyone. That’s an amazing 23 countries in total mankinied to date. Great effort by all involved but I can’t help but suspect that there are more pictures and videos out there that haven’t yet been shared with us…

So with the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver (Canada) now upon us, could there be a better time than now to send in your own Mankini Winter Olympic pictures and videos? In the first event we have James Hurst entering the Men’s Downhill Skiing.

James was in Morzine, France, when the mankini video was taken and did the downhill in aid of Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research. If you like and appreciate the bravery James showed in wearing the mankini to ski in, you can donate money towards Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research by going to James Hurst’s Just Giving page: http://www.justgiving.com/James-hurst-mankini-skirun. Well done James and good luck with the fund raising.

The last stop on my epic 13 month adventure around Latin and North America was Uruguay. Famous for… Well it was going to be hard to find somewhere in Uruguay to Mankini that the world would know by sight. So I decided to do it in a place that Uruguayans would know well – the beach and surf mecca of Punta del Diablo.

Uruguay is often forgotten by travellers to South America and without meaning to be nasty, I can see why. Don’t get me wrong, the quaintness of Colonia del Sacramento is appealing but wears thin after a day. Punta del Este is good if you want a St Tropez kind of feel (and can afford it). Montevideo… well, if you’re going to Uruguay, skip the capital as it’s as dull as it is grey! And let’s just say that Uruguay is far from being cheap, especially on a backpacker’s budget. In summary, neighbours Brazil and Argentina really put Uruguay in the shade.

However the small surf and beach town Punta del Diablo (Devil’s Point) is a little gem and so with a little over a week to spend in all of Uruguay I caught the ferry from Buenos Aires (Argentina) ticking off Colonia and Montevideo quickly on the way to some beach time. While in Montevideo I’d run into national hero Jose Gervasio Artigas, or should I say his monument in the main plaza. And so upon coming across another statue in honour of “the father of Uruguayan independence” in Punta del Diablo (and actually on the point itself), my decision was made for me as to where to take the mankini picture.

Punta del Diablo is a sprawling and unplanned sleepy town of sandy roads, cabins with sea views and no street lights or signs. It’s a chilled place where crime isn’t a problem and where all the local fisherman worry about is having enough money for a beer at the end of the day – so an ideal place to relax.

So it struck me as strange that with all this surfing and relaxing going on that people mustered the energy to wander out to the point to see, put plainly, what is a very average monument. Having myself fallen into the Latin American trait of “mañana” I kept putting off the mankini picture choosing to sunbathe and read instead (after a personal tally of 18 countries you can start to get a bit blasé about throwing on the lycra). So you can imagine how pleased I was when on my last day it was overcast and everyone in town decided to go see the monument (for some reason) and sit around drinking their mate (tea popular in Argentina and Uruguay – not a friend!).

Reunited with Abbey, veteran mankini photographer of 6 countries, we waited for the worst of the human traffic to pass before I shrugged off the boardies and climbed up on the plinth to join Jose. We tried to make the pics a little more interesting, whilst not wanting to offend any of Jose’s countrymen in the process, so I hope you like them.

See the Uruguay Mankini pictures here.

Until the next time …

It kicked off in the South of France and started to gain substance in South and Central America. Now, thanks to three more fine young men (bringing the current tally to six Challengers in total), the International Mankini Challenge (IMC) is gathering pace around the world.

It takes a special kind of man to cast aside conventional clothing, concern of what others may think or say and don the luminous green thread that is the mankini. We know it’s not big or clever and we know it’s unsightly, but in a world where far too many people take themselves and life too seriously and where in the last year or so there’s been little to smile about, we’re trying to raise people’s spirits.

So I salute you Nick Ferris who wore the mankini in Playa del Carmen, Mexico, after presiding over his friends wedding. I salute you Kevin Oliver who wore the mankini to a fancy dress party in Manly, Australia. And a big salute to you Andrew ‘Chicken’ Hunter who wore a purple version of the mankini in New Zealand whilst ice climbing the Fox Glacier, canyon swinging in Queenstown and zorbing and bungee jumping in Rotorua! I know what it takes and you have my admiration. I have a feeling we could be seeing more of your exploits in the mankini soon gentlemen as we continue our quest to mankini every country of the world.

I hope seeing these great guys step up to the challenge has inspired some of you to take part and send your pictures in to us. If not, then I hope at least it puts a smile, or maybe a grimace, on your face.

Click here to see Nick’s mankini photos
Click here to see Kevin’s mankini photos
Click here to see Andrew’s mankini photos

Remember, you can follow us on twitter at http://twitter.com/mankinimalph and join our Facebook Group at http://tinyurl.com/lypvja, as well as follow my (Malph) exploits on STA Travel’s website. Please keep spreading the word.

The birthplace of the Mankini may have been in Sacha Baron Cohen’s head, but the place that made it famous is Hollywood and the film Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan. For a Mankini, Hollywood is Mecca. It’s the closest it can get to its creator and is the spiritual home of green lycra. For the International Mankini Challenge (IMC) the pièce de résistance would be a picture with God Himself, Sacha Baron Cohen. But could he be reached?

When you travel you have the good fortune to meet people from all sorts of countries and walks of life. If you listen when people are talking about themselves you’ll also pick up valuable pieces of information that may not only be interesting, but may prove useful to you or a friend in future. And if you don’t listen, then posting a request for help on your Facebook status or on twitter account can often help you out. I tried all these avenues to try and get hold of Mr Sacha Baron Cohen and was lucky enough to snag a friend of a friend who knew him and a mate who knew his agent, manager and publicist’s names.

Now a friend of Sacha may have limited influence with a man with a profile as big as his, but a manager, agent and publicist… If you watch the US show Entourage then you’ll know how this dynamic works between ‘E’, Ari Gold and Shauna. The manager manages the day to day affairs for the client and pushes the agent to get the best deal and opportunities for them. The agent negociates with the studios in trying to secure the roles his client wants while trying to raise his client’s equity in the movie business. The publicist on the other hand tries to build a public image of the client through various media that makes him more employable. And so I dropped these guys emails, no doubt all bigwigs in their respective agencies, doubting I’d get a response.

Arriving at LAX after 11 months in Latin America I was braced for my own ‘Cultural Learnings of America’. Coming back into ‘the modern world’ was sure to be a shock judging by how overwhealmed I felt about my first Walmart experience in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. However I had the benefit of staying with a good friend from London who now lives in Los Angeles (LA) and with him we put our heads together for alternative LA picture opportunities as back up. The list read as follows:

As well as being a fountain of knowledge on LA landmarks, my friend also works and is connected in the entertainment business. Thus over the week of my stay he’d arranged for me to play football at singer Robbie Williams house, get VIP passes to Universal Studios and go to an LA Lakers basketball match. I supplemented this by speaking to a contact of mine (before traveling I worked in sport) to get us access to the five day old VIP Hyde Lounge Staples Centre at the game where, it turned out, a certain Mr David Beckham and his LA Galaxy teamates would be celebrating the fact they had reached the Major League Soccer (MLS) final!

After taking into account the fact I wanted something synonomous with LA, somewhere I wouldn’t risk running into kids or getting lynched by security or the cops and something relevant to the Borat film, as well as would make a good picture, I settled on the Hollywood sign!

Sure, a picture with Robbie on the pitch at his house would have been cool, but he was in the UK (the chances hey?) promoting his new album Reality Killed The Video Star. It would have been rude to do it without his permission. A shot with Becks would also have been awesome, but this wasn’t the right environment and to be honest I think he gets bothered enough. I wanted to let him chill and enjoy his night with his team mates. And so I found myself travelling up Beachwood, the best street to get a view of the Hollywood sign, one Saturday. It’s a pretty residential area and home to the rich, famous and private security firms! However after some expert navigation by H, we found the spot!

Unobstructed views of the Hollywood sign are hard to get, especially ones without the rest of LA’s tourist population at your heels. But we’d found such a place. With the light fading I slipped into the straps and we picked our spot. After a couple of trial shots I stripped off and we got the shots and 15-20 seconds after I got my kit back on a patrol car rolled by… phew. Upon checking the rear mankini pictures I noticed that the label was out. After so many shots I’ve become a bit of a perfectionist and so after a brief look around I whipped the gear off again and we got some more arse shots. Boom – done!

It may not be Sacha, Becks or Robbie – but nonetheless it’s Hollywood and I’m pleased to get a shot such as this with an icon such as the famous sign.

See the pictures here.

The beaches of Tulum, diving in Cozumel, the colonial towns of Merida and Campeche, the Mayan ruins of Chichen Itza (one of the modern wonders of the world) and Palenque, the waterfall of Aqua Azul, Canyon Sumidero near San Cristobel, the Mexican pipeline in the surfing mecca of Puerto Escondido, the Day of the Dead festival in Oaxaca, the massive cactus fields near Puebla, Lucha Libre (Mexican wrestling), Frida Kahlo’s House, Mexico City’s Zocalo and the Azteca Stadium were all good options to Mankini in Mexico. However the winner was the ancient Aztec city of Teotihuacan, home to the third highest pyramid in the world (after Egypt’s) and the most visited of Mexico’s archaeological sites.

Swine flu aside, Mexico has a lot to offer a traveler, be they backpackers or vactioners, with an array of both natural and man-made wonders. Unfortunately many visitors don’t get out of the all inclusive resorts in Cancun or Playa del Carmen. But those travellers who have enough gumption to do so will be duly rewarded.

I was in Mexico for 5 weeks and missed a lot of what it had to offer, such is the vastness of the country and the diversity of activities it offers. Eleven months into my trip I have to be honest and say I was a little travel weary. I had volcano, waterfall, hot spring and ruin fatigue to mention a few, so spoilt have I been. But Mexico surprised me and revitalised my enthusiasm by offering things that were different to what I’d seen and done before in Central and South America.

With so much to see and do I looked for something fresh to add to the Mankini gallery. Arriving at my final destination in Latin America, Mexico City, and seeing the Lucha Libre adverts and the people’s love of the sport I knew it had to be this. Mankini in a mask Nacho Libre style, Jack Black would be proud. And so it was on a Friday night that and my merry band of men and I set off to Arena Mexico having purchased an array of suitable masks to get into the evening. Following the mask-clad masses we had no trouble finding the stadium and posed for pictures before climbing the stairs to the arena that was to witness a Lucha Libre outfit that the world had never had the pleasure of experiencing before. But then disaster struck ….

Security in all of Latin America tends to be heavy on the vision, but light on the action if you get my drift. However this was all about to change. Upon getting the pat down at the entrance the Federal Policia found my camera. Pulling it out and sealing it in a plastic bag they gave me a ticket explaining I could collect it at the end of the show – no pictures here sir! Nooooooo!

Feeling a sense of despair it was relieved when my Aussie mate Mei said they hadn’t found the camera in her bag! Joy oh joy! That was ’til she tried to turn it on and the battery immediately died! The Mankini God who had looked down so fondly on me now seemed to be frowning. However with little lycra to wipe the tears away I put a brave face on things and resolved to find something even better than pantomime wrestlers to grace the Mankini with.

After a long weekend of walking tours, bakery visits, museum viewings and a couple of cactus based beverages with NotInc Tours I decided to take on the biggest of Mexico’s archaeological sites (both in size and the number of visits it receives, which is saying something considering the number of ruins in this region) – the pyramids of Teotihuacan, an ancient Aztec city (though they didn’t build it, but rather they found it. No one really knows who constructed this impressive city). The only issue was who was going to be my photographer? All the people I had met had left, and I was leaving on Wednesday!

I had two choices, fail at the penultimate hurdle and my 18th location, or grow some balls and hit the site solo and convince some generous soul that taking a picture of a strange skinhead in a small piece of luminous green lycra really was a good idea and that I wasn’t weird at all! Really this was no choice, I had to go and see what happened!

Teotihuacan is known best for its two big pyramids, the Pyramid of the Moon and the Pyramid of the Sun (the third largest in the world at 65 metres after those in Egypt). For me it was go big or go home! There’s a great view from the Pyramid of the Moon over to the Pyramid of the Sun. The only problem with this was that there was also a man from the Federal Policia who had a handgun and who looked pretty angry with how cold and windy it seemed to be. However what this view also afforded me was the luxury of scouting some other possible locations, and from what I could see there may well be another option!

Having met an artist collective called The Black Heart Gang from South Africa, who were over in Mexico to talk at an art conference before heading to LA to shoot a commercial, I broached the requirement I had. After wiping the tears from their eyes (I’m not sure if that was because of the wind or my request) they agreed to use their keen professional eye to help me complete my challenge – awesome! And so craftily using a couple of temples as shields from prying eyes, we got the shots required! While it was pretty damn cold and late in the day, this probably worked for me by minimising the number of other tourists. Let me tell you though, relieved is not the word as to how I feel and I can’t thank the guys of the The Black Heart Gang enough in helping me get within reach of completing my challenge!

So 20 hours later and I was headed to the airport for my final destination, and the home of the Mankini, Los Angeles! Would Sacha Baron Cohen’s agent reply to my email request of a picture with Sacha?

You can also follow my exploits on twitter by visiting http://www.twitter.com/mankinimalph

See the Mexico pictures here.

The former British colony of Belize, in Central America, was once famed for being a pirate haven. Now it’s now better known for the diving around its cayes, specifically the world famous Blue Hole and the second largest coral reef in the world. And so the first underwater Mankiniing of a country seemed appropriate.

With only a week planned for Belize (it’s a beautiful, but a little rich for my budget) my main concern was being able to get a dive in. September/October is bang in the middle of hurricane season and so there are few divers around. I had the added challenge of getting an underwater camera and someone to take pictures of me! My fears were to prove unfounded though as I headed out to Caye Caulker with Dan, a Swedish lad I met in Flores (Guatemala), who both wanted to dive and had an underwater camera – thank you Mankini God!

The Blue Hole is a 125m deep sink hole in the Caribbean Sea. Once above water, the Blue Hole was a limestone cave whose roof fell in once sea levels rose and it was submerged. Divers go down to depths of about 40m here to swim through the stalactites and stalagmites and see the Belize Reef Sharks that frequent it. It’s about two hours by boat from Caye Caulker and so Blue Hole dives consist of three tanks, taking in the world’s second largest reef on the other two to make the most of the day.

Heading out with Frenchie’s Dive Shop I was told by the guy on land that the temperature could get a little cold in the hole (so to speak) as we go so deep (sorry, this is loaded with unintentional innuendo). Having never been beyond 31m before, and with there being a very real danger of nitrogen narcosis for Dan (my photographer) and me, it was the obvious decision to concentrate on enjoying the dive and monitoring our depth rather than worrying about getting pictures of me in the Mankini.

While it would have been great to get a shot here, it proved a wise decision. Being at that depth in a 300m wide hole meant the light was pretty minimal and so getting a good picture would have been tough. Add to this an 8 minute bottom time and it would have been a dive that neither of us would really have been able to properly enjoy.

Back onboard the dive boat, with the relief and joy of having completed the famous Blue Hole without incident however, I introduced the Mankini to my fellow divers – much to their amusement. Kitted up I rolled back into the sea to dive Half Moon Caye.

Belize’s diving and snorkeling is some of the best in the world because of it’s abundance of large fish (they eat well here). While this is usually a bonus, with only eye catching neon green lycra between my ‘worm’ and the big hungry fish, I was a little nervous of unwanted aquatic attention and relations – especially from the massive barracuda who aren’t shy and can be aggressive!
To cut a long story short(er) both the dives at Half Moon Caye and The Aquarium were done without any fish related incidents. The only damage done was to my fellow divers’ eyes.

Thanks again to all those involved for making the first underwater mankiniing of a country a reality! And now it’s on to Mexico for the last Mankiniing of my trip in Latin America – arrrrribbbbaaa!

Check out the Belize mankini photo gallery by clicking here.

Since the International Mankini Challenge went global in June 2009, there´s been a relatively slow take up by you guys to add to my efforts with only Phil Ling from the UK contributing any pictures (by Big Ben in London). This is understandable. However Ireland´s very own Bernard Sloan has also now taken up the challenge.

I met Berno in March 2009 where he was working behind the bar in the Loki Hostel in La Paz, Bolivia. I´d just come back from cycling the World´s Most Dangerous Road in the Mankini and unlike others who shook their heads and said I was mad, Berno just smiled and told me it was a great effort.

Well Berno´s now down in, as he calls it, “Ireland´s 33rd County” – the Cock and Bull Bar in Bondi Beach, Australia. A certain drinks company was having a promotion night with Mankini´s being given away. Everyone was wearing theirs on top of their clothes, but Berno decided he´d contribute to the challenge and wear it properly.

Good on you Berno! Hopefully this won´t be his first and last Mankini endeavour and we`ll be seeing him in other locations around the world in his newly acquired Mankini.

Check out the pictures of Berno in the Mankini here!

Whenever you meet travellers who have been to Guatemala they can’t help but overflow with the things they’ve seen and done there. It’s Lake Atitlan this, Antigua that and Semuc Champey the other. The Guatemala problem then was where do we get the pictures? What a nice issue to have!

After taking a few of the infamous Central American Chicken buses (ex-US school buses) from El Salvador to Antigua, I settled into the comforts of a touristy town. El Salvador can be a tough place to travel when your Spanish is as limited as mine and you crave something to eat other than eggs, refried beans, rice and tortillas! It also gave me the chance to wash the Mankini properly!

Antigua is probably most famous for being an island in the Caribbean. However, there’s also one in Guatemala and it’s also the main place in Central America, if not the world, to take Spanish classes. As such, the town is full of gringos.

Coming up fast on the culmination of my Latin American adventure I decided against topping up my Spanish vocabulary thus sparing any potential fellow students a Mankini photo session during class. Instead, I travelled to the nearby volcano of Pacaya, the only active volcano in the region, to have the chance of getting within metres of fresh lava.

After travelling for 9 months through South and Central America it’s easy to get volcano fatigue. It may sound blasé, but they really are everywhere here. However the chance to get up close to lava was something I hadn’t had the opportunity to do before, and after being told not to do the Mankini shot here (as it was too dangerous) by my lovely friend Teresa, I decided it was maybe good to bank a Mankini shot in case some of Guatemala’s other highlights didn’t quite hit the mark (telling me not to do things is never a great idea).

Roasting marshmallows is the thing to do at the Pacaya Volcano to illustrate quite how close to the lava you are. It literally takes seconds to cremate them. Indeed, the main challenge is to keep the soles of your shoes as the lava runs underneath the rocks you’re stood on melting them away from the uppers. We saw a few unlucky tourists carrying theirs down hoping to glue them back on later. And so hopping from foot to foot to keep my shoes at room temperature, and my balance, I took off my clothes to reveal the Mankini in all its glory. I’d let most people start their descent, but as is the norm, once the Mankini is seen by one the word quickly spreads and a crowd gathers.

As I stood cooking marshmallows good old Joe Smith took pictures for me. With him having not seen the Mankini in a spontanteous public situation before he also took the shots of the crowd of paparazzi that had gathered who demanded I did different poses for their own albums.

With this in the can I travelled on to the glorious Lake Atitlan and stayed at one of the best hostels of my trip, La Iguana Perdida in Santa Cruz. Great staff and food in a beautiful spot. It’s definitely worth a visit if you’re there. Not ideal for a Mankini shot, I decided to keep the space on the memory card, said goodbye to Joe, and head to Semuc Champey.

Semuc Champey is in Central Guatemala and is a beautiful national park where you can swim in natural pools of water (surrounded by great mountain views), tube down the river and swim in caves using only the light of a candle in your hand to see where you’re going. Again this wasn’t suitable for a Mankini shot and so I headed on to Flores, in the north east.

It was on the bus to Lanquin (near Semuc Champey) that I met Aidan and Amy, a Kiwi couple. With this being the first time I’dtravelled on my own since May it occured to me that I would possibly need to recruit a new photographer for some shots at the Mayan ruins of Tikal, Guatemala’s most famous Mayan site. Fortunately, unbeknown to either of us at the time, Aidan had seen me in the Mankini on Volcano Pacaya and had been one of the crowd taking pictures. And so once the Mankini came up in conversation he was only too pleased to help.

Tikal was not only a Mayan city, but also home to the Ewoks (it was the forest moon of Endor) in the Star Wars film ‘Return of the Jedi’. I reckoned that if they could get away with wearing their little leather numbers, a Mankini would be fine.

Having climbed to the top of the highest temple we waited for the people traffic to die down before I stripped off for the shots of the top of the forest with some other temples in the background. Unfortunately after only a few shots security spotted us and said “No mas!” Even my Spanish was sufficient to know that was “no more!”, he wasn’t happy and we were to move on. As they say though, good things come to those who wait and an hour or so later we were able to take the other shots you’ll see in the gallery, away from the prying eyes of security, at the bottom of the temple.

See the photos here.

With two locations satisfactorily done it was off to Caye Caulker, Belize where it would mean I’d once again need to meet a photographer who was prepared to take pictures underwater… in just four days!!

Adidas say Impossible is Nothing, but have they really researched this to the full? Because hiking in Parque Imposible, near the town of Tacuba in El Salvador, is definitely something! Just ask Manolo who runs Imposible Tours and whose guides made it possible for me to Mankini El Salvador on the Las Vistas tour.

Having been disappointed not to get the Mankini shot in Playa El Tunco, in the heart of El Salvador´s surf region, due to a poor swell and many a jellyfish (I have stings to prove this), my options were limited. I’d already visited Alegria, the beautiful town that is El Salvador’s highest and where its volcanic lagoon could have been an option, and Perquin, where the then rebel FMLN were based during the 13 year civil war and where a great museum is located. And so without having seen another traveler for a week I relied on the travelers bible, The Lonely Planet, to provide the solution – Tacuba, specifically Parque Imposible, an hour from the Guatelmalan border (and my next stop).

Tacuba is a quaint small town on the doorstep of the privately owned Parque Imposible. With a name like this how could it not be a justifiable location for the Mankini shot? Upon arriving at Hostal de Mama y Papa, Manolo’s family home, we perused the variety of tours on offer and picked Las Vistas. According to the information it provided both great views and a tough hike. We weren’t to be disappointed.

After a hearty breakfast, myself and Joe, my trusty new photographer (after Abbey’s departure to Colombia), set out with Miguel our guide for what would turn out to be a strenuous 7 hour trek. In the nine months I’ve been away I’ve hiked in many a country and on various terrains. While Las Vistas wasn’t the most tiring of hikes, it was defiantly one of the most precarious under foot. And with it being rainy season the mud and tree roots became all the more slippy and the sheer drops we frequently navigated beside looked all the more daunting. However we didn’t let this deter us and clambered on regardless.

The pictures you see on the link below were taken at our lunch spot that overlooks Parque Imposible. Later on the cloud rolled in and limited our views. Again, while this may not be as impressive a shot as those taken at The Lost City in Colombia, or look as dangerous as the World´s Most Dangerous Road in Bolivia, these shots took work to get. I challenge anyone to do that hike and tell me that Parque Imposible is Nothing! See the pics here.

N.B. The pictures of me waving my hands about are because I got atacked by a load of flies as we tried a different view!