The Motorcycle Diaries
September 9th 2011 Never let it be said that I don’t admit when I am wrong. After an uncomfortable 15-hour overnight bus trip, we were by met a swarm of motorcycle taxi-drivers, eager to help relieve us of several thousand dong and take us wherever they wanted. Suspicious of being fleeced, our first instincts were to tell them politely to go forth and multiply. One particularly persistent double act, later to be k
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