Adios Gringo’s…
All good things come to an end and it’s time to stop living the dream and say “Felice Navidad” to Plaza de los Pescadores.
What have we learnt?
There is a lot of volcanic mountainous lunar nothingness, barren areas that would bore a camel but we stayed on the bus to the south and found a small town where we have enjoyed tapas and papas, eaten a goat and even a piece of a pigs face. We spent time on the beach and the weather was kind to us, so that’s it for this edition as we head for the airport with a stuffed donkey under my arm…
The Tide that left and never came back…a beautiful song, performed here live by The Veils frontman.
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