Dead Meat
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We were advised (somewhat falsely) by the Colombian Embassy in Venezuela to drive without stopping through the first 300km in Colombia (due to dangerous assualts and possibly guerilla encounters), so we pushed that little red Ferrari of ours to its limits (80km/h) and made it all the way to Santa Marta without stopping, except for important things like buying compulsory car insurance and taking a photo of this little kid on his way home to cook his freshly snatched iguana, which he said he killed by throwing a stone at it.
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