Peter 1 - Ecuador 8
August 28th 2011 So, there I was, sitting in a pick-up truck on a cevlar-vest with the stock of a rifle tucked away behind my heals.
I couldn't see what kind of rifle since the luggage of the tree men escorting me was covering the rest.
But I guess it doesn't really matter what kind of rifle it was and I should tell the story as it happened...
But before I do so I would like to let everyone know that it
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