Thank you Kondorze German steel for the fact that dowiozłeś us safely in the Canadian wilderness. It is a pity that the wages of those were our backpacks ... Zeżarłeś them without picking up the mlaśnięcia, and we are now overgrown slowly dirt and stench. It is six in the morning, we live in American backpackers - most obskórnym and most odjechanym hostel I have ever been, and wait until the sun comes up ... I peek out the window and I see that when the day is new malu ( This goniliśmy bravely yesterday for 16 hours journey), so we move on to explore the totally unknown reality. Objectives for today: get away from the abyss of the Condor backpacks and to look for a Moonlighting - end potter about, you need to GET IT DONE!
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