Trece.

I´ve come to Juli (spelled as Khuli) at late evening and spent there few morning hours, but managed to visit a church, another one church (or smth similar), town market, point of view and the main thing - have been poisoned by one tin of milk. After puking about three times on the road, I've crossed the border and arrived to Copacabana at last. 38 degrees heat in during two days, damned freeze at night, it was a cheerful time. O sue, Juli. Well, you know, um. Sorry, boyos, I have to go.