An old friend has asked me via facebook, having read my blogs, exactly what I´m doing here. Not a clue, is my answer, aside from seeing as much as possible before I die, which is what I recommend everyone does frankly. I know she´ll agree. After Angel at BandB Mexico was so down on Bamba ("Pfft! All high all the time! Left a couple here for three days before taking them to the bus station! Rubbish!"), we were rather worried they wouldn´t show, especially after the disatrous initial conversation where Jas seemed to spend about ten minutes spelling our names and email addresses to a man who spoke no English. At 9.15am on Friday morning, the time they said they would pick us up by, we were really getting rather worried. But, at 9.17am, a very
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