I awoke with the sun, in a small but comfortable room with a concrete floor and a bamboo roof, covered thankfully by a corrugated metal roof. It had rained some during the night, but I says totally unaware, except perhaps in my dreams. I had slept "como un tronco", like a tree trunk, the Spanish equivalent of like a log. The power was still off when I got out of bed, so I splashed some cold water on my face and spent the time until breakfast examining the status of my once lost but now found luggage. With the exception of a couple of things saturated with honey, everything else was intact. I rearranged my belongings, separating what remained of my clean clothes from those in need of a good cleaning, which consisted of items of
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