The longest, dirtiest, most hilarious bus ride I have ever been on (yet) - read this epic with an open mind. Monday, December 25th, Christmas Day. This morning, I checked out of my hotel and crossed the street to Encarnacion's bus terminal, now a desert when it comes to people, compared to the weekend's sweaty swarms that took all the space and air away. Ten minutes before 12, the winds picked up, the sky grew dim, and the doors of the station started flapping. Two minutes later, swaths of rain and wind attacked us, scattering litter everywhere, blowing hair in our
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