last day in San Pedro passes very nice. Az compression of the heart that this was the last ... Visit among other things, once again on the owner of our school, where his wife I dressed in your festive outfit, skirts, blouse and beads. Go out for a while to go through the city. We all stare, some laugh and say ¨ Oh! True Pedranka ¨. On Pedranke but I'm far too great. Transcends the local Indian at least a head.
by the disease have not used either sights offered by nature (volcano, a lake that could be free to cross the kayaks, the surrounding villages), or those offered by so many bars here, run by foreigners. Only the last two nights we went''were a little enjoy themselves.'' We got to the concert, where he shone in general a little empty, but you could go there, even for understanding the waiter. This was a character who step tanczoca wander the halls in order to flowing soon find yourself at your table, you throw a drug though not without charm, and look to take your order. What is the funniest waiter was Ruska. San Pedro is another such place of refuge for niebieskichj birds from around the world. But the first that I could also imagine a place of its escape.
Last night was even more fun because we met with the Chinese woman (known at the beginning of a boat carrying us here) and her friends - a German and Canadian. Once again, we saw how well this world is tiny, we came up with case for Chekhov known in Mexico in San Cristobal. Evening
This unfortunately did not last long, because we had to get up the next day at 4, in order to early to catch a bus towards the capital.
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