Nå bærer det virkelig mot slutten. Jeg fant en siste kosemoseskog ved Arca do Pino, men skogen var full av prat, rop, hosting og vandrestavslag. Det ble stadig flere grunner til å glede seg over at jeg snart var fremme.		We're near the end. I found one last cozy-mossy forest near Arca do Pino, but it was full of voices, coughing and clanking of walking poles. And walking Poles, for that matter. My number of reasons to be happy for being soon finished peaked just about here.