With some 18-year-old Colombian soldiers toting AKs GALIL (my b, thanks joguic) no bigs. They asked us for cigarettes; they gotta be so bored up there in the Cuidad Perdida. A four day walk just to get to the office isn’t exactly a fun commute…
Either way I was maybe a little glad they were there considering this site was discovered by crazy Colombian looters not to mention we were in what used to be cocaine production territory (though now that, and the FARC, has been pretty much banished).
So actually our biggest fear was that our cook might not give us a piece of candy for dessert each night after dinner.
