Yet another long drive – 6 hours south to Pasto was enough of a day for us. All of us are pretty sore – we’re not sure if it’s from the horses or all the long driving days. I’m guilty of doing the “bus hunch,” so that’s why I’m sore.
The drive had some nice scenery, but otherwise just dull pavement. We entertained ourselves by trying to figure out what day it was.
Our only real plans are to get to the border and exit the country before our passport stamps expire. It doesn’t matter that the town of Pasto is nothing special.
“A good photograph is knowing where to stand.”