I went to the market to pick up provisions for the coming bus trip to Bogota.
The transport terminal is located a 30 min taxi ride outside of town - here I sat waiting for an hour before we departed.
The bus is almost full. My neighbor is from Ecuador - traveling with his two younger brothers - heading back from Venezuela. Despite a language barrier we talk, and I show him pictures from my past months.
Passing beaches, green fields and hills - it soon grows dark.
Joree and his brothers get off at some part during the night - exchanged for a silent business man.
We ride on.
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