Day 142: Bug in the apartment. At first I thought it was a tick, but it is clearly not that. I think it's some kind of a beetle.
Day 143: Grey days. The weather turns alternately sweet and sour. Some days are warmer than others.
Day 144: Pops, you asked about guns. These are two army (not police, but we see police out dressed like this, too) guys. If you look, you can see he has an automatic rifle over his shoulder. These are guys that are right on the side of the road, guarding it. Not sure from what - maybe carjacking?
Day 145: On the side of the freeway, halfway to Buenavista, there is a watermelon seller. They sell pieces of watermelon or whole watermelons.
Day 146: Nacho, a guy that works at the bar, taught me how to throw darts like throwing knives and backwards. He was hilariously helpful about it.
Day 147: Rodadero at night.
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