Bikes, bites, bravery, boats and bears.
December 7th 2009 Following an interrupted night through coldness, the smell of smoke, some really strange dreams about people in the room and noise through the vent from the kitchen next door to us, we showered and left the horrid guesthouse (possibly the worst we have stayed in) to try to find somewhere that wasn’t completely overpriced. We had met a couple of girls the night before who were looking for a room
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