The bus driver stopped, opened the door, and sang out “Somport”! It was desolate. “Where is the path – dondé es el Camino?” I spluttered. He waved gaily over the road railing towards a cliff; was that a malicious smile?
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The bus driver stopped, opened the door, and sang out “Somport”! It was desolate. “Where is the path – dondé es el Camino?” I spluttered. He waved gaily over the road railing towards a cliff; was that a malicious smile?