Volcanic Hot Springs, and the Hostel That Was Not
The bus began a winding ascent into the mountains, past small towns and mountain villages. Steep mountainsides boasted of beautiful farms on a grade which made me wonder how they ever plant, cultivate and harvest their crops. Surely any tractor would tumble down the hill if it attempted even an approach to these terraces. My […]
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