I don't want any more canned food and I go to a ger, typical Mongolian house, Round, covered with tarpaulins and insulated with filter (sheep hair). Inside there are two girls, the older brother and the mother. I put my hand to my mouth to indicate that I want to eat
The trip by Ethiopia motorcycle was being the opposite of what I had imagined. Instead of finding the desert, refugee camps, children with swollen tummies by hunger and high poverty, I found myself in a country of high mountains and green.
My motorcycle lying on the ground and I watching as the long caravan that followed me stopped. Cars, like little ants, They began to dodge me and take advantage of the halt of the trucks to flee as fast as possible. I laughed, It was there, no strength to lift my heavy motorcycle and nobody helped me ...
It, a Chilean woman living in San Antonio, prostitute, beautiful day is long, stylish and fun, It is the envy of local women, whether the "good life" or bad. A man, Roberto, I was in love to the bars of her unrequited.
What I saw scared me, I saw a giant toad that jumped out. I also, in shorts I got on the horse and got out of there, I didn't stop spurring until I got home. My wife was horrified, I didn't recognize how old I was.
Tarija, a region of the south west of Bolivia, called the “Bolivian Andalusia”, a land of flowers, Vineyards, palms, willows and with a huge river called Guadalquivir, It has not stopped surprising me even when I left.