His name was Rico.
February 12th 2009 The border crossing into Bolivia was fairly uneventful except for the less than delightful treatment of US citizens at the crossing.
The nice border security asked to see my passport, saw the Australia emblem, then said emphatically, ah, Kangaroo, Kangaroo. Cí, Kangaroo, mucho. Smiles all round.
The US girl behind me approached with the same cheerful attitude. "Alto" Go stand over there. While
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