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yesterday on the old rickety bus, stuffed with humans, I watched a little boy, maybe two and a half or three, he was holding a perfectly round, translucent yellow fried plantain chip up to the window, where it glowed, like his own personal sun.

we drove through clouds and down into the valley at the other end. there is scalding hot water in one of the hot springs here, to soothe my body, unused to 5 hours on a motorcycle, on unpaved mountain roads.