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At breakfast I play it safe and go for the bread with jam, butter and cheese. I discreetly pocket the cheese, intending to buy some bread later to eat with it (desperate situation and all that ...) I want to visit some local villages but the tour operator is quoting a huge price. I manage to find a moto driver who speaks English (thanks to good old Wikitravel) and show him the brochure for the ...
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