In my last phone conversation with my mom I told her we were going to see some waterfalls. Namely, Angel Falls. The Tallest in the World.
“I wish I could be there, I would appreciate them more than Bode,” she said. (Bode and that theory from Iguazu Falls)
After we were settled at our campsite in Ciudad Bolivar, I did a little inquiring and called my mom back. “Mom, we’re thinking of leaving in a few days. Last chance. Want to meet us?”
“I’ll be there Monday.”
This is her third visit to see us in South America.
After a day to recover from her long layover in Caracas, we hopped in a Cessna and headed to Cainama.