Congo to a teenager. Bolivia. Cameroun. What is a faun? Higher up and further in with an outreach twist. Writing.

The Two of Us were Doing Public Transportation across the Altiplano and…

the tiny battered sedan taxi we were riding in, together with another passenger and the driver, was about to run out of gas.  So, the driver rolled to a stop near some roadside buildings, turned off the motor, disappeared into an open doorway and, a few moments later reappeared with a jerry can full of black market gasoline.  He filled our tank and off we went again, merrily wending our way towards the Peruvian border.IMG_8316

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