Saturday, November 3, 2007

Straight to Setrocana? Tempting.

Scorching south has meant a descent through crooked swithbacks into thick, humid air and precious steps closer to sweet, sweet sea level. There´s more water, more trees, and more . . . life: We´ve managed to set up shop along sandy banks -- the very locales that sit many miles outside town where no bus can take you: Since getting in, we´ve put no less than 400 miles between ourselves and the border. The southern equivalent of the hometown? Not that far away, in the scheme of things. Indeed, scorching.

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