and the rain kept coming down
October 16th 2006 I awoke this morning to flashes of light streaming across my closed eyes and the sounds of rain pelting the roof of the bus. Rattling back in forth in my seat, I slowly opened my eyes. It was 430 am and we were on our way to Puerto Igazu on an 18 hour overnight bus from Bs.As. The bus seemed to be driving quite fast and swerving towards our shoulder every time another vehicle came our way... I ha
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