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Just five stops in eighteen hours proved a challenge in gastro-logistics. We could not eat and drink quantities that might allow discomfort between pit stops. Evidently, the women’s facility adventures were more aromatic than the men’s, but that is a story you may ask them about another time.
Did you know it can rain inside a bus? It managed to—above Jared’s head. It must have been the lowest spot in the bus for whatever reason, and any dozing was sporadically shattered by a splash of dripped condensation on his nose or leg.
Trotta, a brilliant man, learned than two U-shaped travel pillows are better than one, and enveloped his sleepy skull amidst them. No potholes could wake the armored man!
We arrived in Bolga at 2:30 AM, where our friends, Nich Kumah, Director of the
--Jared
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