I look up from my book to see at M16 pointed at my knee. A cast a concerned look up further and see that it is hanging off the back of one of the train guards. He smiles at my stupid, tired and starled face. 'Hola' In say. The views from the train are stunnningly beautiful as it winds it's way slowly through valleys, past cliff faces and lakes. The train follows a gurggeling, bolder strewn, tree lined river. We drink beer, laugh and take it all in. Arriving at Pasado Barrancas at 3 pm, an hour later than expected. The hotel is perched on the edge of Copper Canyon. The dinning room and bedrooms afford fantastic views of the jagged, cragged, dirt, dust, rocks and trees that extend over the horrizon. Tiny farm shacks dot
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