The road snakes through trees and turf. A long trail of smoke marking our path Segia snorer. Was behind a car, a gardener, a yoke of oxen. We shot hours and made little progress in the grueling morning ... Every now and then across a stream, we stopped to replenish water to the boiling radiator, cooling ... The gatiga made us sleep in the packages.
The first condition was in Punta Ballena.
The vast hill was too much for the engine. In the wonder of the landscape steno we got to push all four. With heart galloping soaked bodies and bones crackling we reached the top, then came the downward spiral. I do not know how he got the whole plain. We stopped to look. It reminded me a macaroni and thirst.
We dive into the salty waters transparent. What hicimoes in underwear, among swimmers and crowd of onlookers. Panting soaked, between irony and girls of copper, our bathroom was successful and short. A aguaviva.La Carlin stung a ball of jelly was crushed in the bank, insulted as scandalous. Bearded was left helpless and massacre by the myopic.
When stopped jumping up, left the beach air kills seven.
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