Kapishya Hot Springs, a lovely pool of 40 degrees Celsius warm water that bubbles up from the sandy earth.
“Aston is breathing deeply. His body tucked deep down into his sleeping bag, the top pulled up over his head so that only his closed eyes are visible. The crickets are singing, the river is rippling over the rocks just outside the tent. I pull my knees up towards my body. The cold is tugging at my toes. Sleep, draw me in.”