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Holy frijoles. So much happening I got blogged down.
Three lovely days at a ten room hotel.

The bathroom had more marble than Evita's tomb. Our friend Russell White proved to be fine tour guide and the local Bardhal gang are our new best friends. Moving to another hotel is always a chore,especially with our version of packing light.

We missed the bus that took group to warehouse for cars. An omen? Long cab ride later there was Fang, perfect. Started right up and weathered the typical latin big city traffic jam without breaking a sweat. We parked all the cars under the hotel, some already bleeding or wounded.  Our first briefing as a group left Chuck and I so dazed and confused we were forced to dine until one AM with our Latin friends to regain our confidence.

It just gets worse!