 | At around seven, it wasn't dark anymore, the mother of the family offered me some tea. I felt so uncomfortable coming to a new family owned casa and vomiting there all night, but I was really sick.
Regretably they are fighting at the wrong 'frontline'. They are fighting there because there they can win. Nothing gets solved though. One needs to tackle the real issues and not flee for political reasons.
We went back and took our bags from the travel agent, where we left them earlier. We wanted to catch the bus back to the station before darkness, as we knew that people drove crazy over there. |
