Monday, October 23, 2017

Ipiales, here we come. Again.

Kim was pretty impressed with all the accommodations on this particular bus.  Not the one we were on.  The one parked next to us.  I would have been impressed too if I thought any of those claims were accurate.


Stopped at the side of the road, waiting for our driver to finish his lunch


Blooming desert

We spent Saturday night with Fidel and María Eugenia.  Kim and I could see each other through our bedroom windows.

The gap that separated our rooms

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