Perched at the top of a misty mountain miles from anywhere
sleeping in a draughty shed with a brood of chickens and Guatemalan family who can't speak a word of
Spanish let alone English???
Ah! That's the real joy of independent travel.
That's what I kept telling myself as I froze the night away there for no readily apparent
reason whatsoever.
Perched at the top of a misty mountain miles from anywhere
sleeping in a draughty shed with a brood of chickens and Guatemalan family who can't speak a word of
Spanish let alone English???