Did I mention that it's raining again? It's raining. At breakfast everyone crowds under the large parasol or umbrella and fights for space. But since it's a warm rain, it doesn't bother anyone. Well, and then another farewell, but without tears. Another bus with a hopefully less mentally weak...
I have to talk again about the special pleasure of a perfect breakfast. This one, in the 'Ruta de Sur', gets the Oscar for the richest, most loving, most tasteful of the trip so far. Also the environment, which God knows can be different, sometimes musty, somewhere alone in a huge, dark room or standing on a...
For once the bus terminal is close, so I walk through the rain-soaked streets (of course, it rains all the time here too) and get to the train station in time for the long journey to Cali. The bus is comfortable and, so to speak, empty. Next to me there are just four noses lost inside, the devil knows how...