hit the road again

so after we chased waterfalls on the palguin we came home and our base had been broken into, the boys' computers and wallets and things gone. These boys I have grown so fond of were reduced to tears and throwing things and we sat around the smoking fire pit and wondered what to do.

What did we do, we piled into the van in a terrific rainstorm and we set off into the heart of Patagonia, a roadtrip through the stocking foot of central American with a stop over at the San Pedro for hour upon hour upon hour of clear glass waves. Hour upon hour of bumping along dusty roads, Trop and I singing every Willie Nelson song we knew aloud, and finally we end up at our new home in Choshuenco....