A bumpy start to the Gringo trail
April 3rd 2008 There is something extremely unnatural about leaving somewhere at 5pm on a Wednesday, flying for eleven and a half hours, getting a dodgy taxi (driven by a 90 year old man) and somehow managing to arrive at your final destination a few hours earlier on that same Wednesday. As a result, we were all a little jet lagged for our first few days in South America, and our body clocks were not helped by t
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