Dame tu mano y venga conmigo!
September 25th 2008 I was incredulous at how empty the bus out of Peru was - just a handful of local people, an elderly couple clearly from the area but with US passports, and one other gringo. There were no queues or hassle at the border and, as the road began to wind back up into the Andes, I pondered what had been a low-key and hopefully auspicious entry into Ecuador.
I wasn't sorry to leave Peru. I felt I'd
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