As we bus south, we are returning to the eternal fog of Peru's midsection. Here, in Huanchaco, it at least has the decency to disperse for a few hours each day at around lunchtime, but by mid-afternoon, it's back to life inside a cotton ball.
What happens when a group of backpackers go sailing from Colombia to Panama with an unbalanced Frenchman? They get shipwrecked of course! Click to read all about it...
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