tubes and corrupt cops...
January 1st 2011 We arrived in Puerto Escondido in the early morning, camping in front of a hostel until they led us in and
we crashed. The bus ride was a diseaster, the whole idea of taking a night ride and getting some sleep was lost thanks to a rally driver and his shit taste in music. At some point I popped some mystery pill I obtained at a stop and it did the job. While my head was banging against the window
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