pending a day recovering from the nerve wracking | |
But there was little sign of this back in Coroico. As I sipped a mug of coca tea, waiting for my trufito fill up with passengers for the return journey up the Death Road, the only flash of gold was cast by the setting sun over the knotted Andean foothills, which slowly unravelled as they tumbled down the valley. | |
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