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Published: February 23rd 2015
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It was early one Monday morning when we gathered outside the bus stop in Taganga. How I remember it was a Monday, I don't know. It was less important to know what day of the week it was when we had the road at our feet. Maybe it just felt a bit like a Monday, because we'd had a fun filled-night and had to be up early for an appointment to make a bus. The next few days though, we knew, would be fun...
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