do you know what the time is, is it messing with your minds, kids...
March 5th 2011 After a almost a week spent mainly sitting on our arses we were ready to face the remainder of Central America. At times, Central America was something to work up to. Let's be honest though – we hadn't exactly been doing it tough.
Given the location of our hostel – on the corner of the-middle-of-nowhere and way-to-buggery – we had made an arrangement with our mate the minibus driver
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