I forgot to mention in last night's post (hey, it was late in the evening), that the end of the day was enlivened by the sight of several guides and porters wandering the camp with broom handles and occasionally stabbing with them behind various rocks.
It turned out that they'd uncovered an enclave of rats and were trying to stamp them out. I don't think they managed to catch them, so I'd be inclined to say that I don't think they exist, except that I caught one brief glimpse of one of the critters and it looked unusually large, sleek, furry and incongruously strawberry blonde. The sight of the Grajales staff pursuing these rodents of unusual size provided a small amount of entertainment, although I should say for the benefit of those of my readers who are fans of The Princess Bride [1], that there was no sign of either lightning sand or fire spurts in base camp.
[1] Inconceivable? Not really. Since dropping a casual reference to the Dread Pirate Roberts into a discussion at last week's team meeting, I've discovered a high proportion of fans of the Morgenstern among my work colleagues.
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