6 hours dirt-road along steep declining canyon walls. Everybody in the bus instinctively leaned to the mountain facing side. Nadine and I were the only gringos in the bus: We understood why everybody told us to take the road by night.
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- we opted for the bus to the right – I saw them tightening their tires
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- we just didn’t know what the road looked like – a smaller bus might have been the better choice
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- time to look away
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- not every bus makes it to the border
A WONDERFUL MIND 