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Perfect timing was to be our bag for the next day. We slept in a bit, then stuffed around a bit getting organised to leave. As we left the hostel we asked what time the bus would be coming past – there was only a couple a day, and we didn't want to wait until the afternoon.
I had asked someone the day before, and they had concurred with the, now increasingly unreliable, Lonely Planet – th...
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