Day 1: Hey-Ho LET’S GO!

01.01.09: 7.30am.  Woke up to find that sand demons had filled my teeth with silica gel and that a brass band had barged its way into my brain and had started to bashing out the 1812 Overture at a volume that would make an Indonesian quiver.  Maybe not the ideal…

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Day 8: The Brussels Sprout

08.01.09: I flaked it. I should have been up with the lark and on a bus to the border, but I decided to have a day off. This decision is no doubt going to haunt the rest of my trip around the Americas. Actually, it wasn’t much of a day…

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