Looking for Miraflor (Drive Day 68 minus 14 years)
We check out of this cooler-than-our-camper hostel and head higher into the hills, searching for an eco-reserve a guidebook says just opened. Butterflies make faster progress over the rocky strips through fields that count as roads. Eight hours of 4-wheel drive and we are so lost we ask some farmers for directions. I think if I call the resort on the sat phone and ask them to hold, I can get a farmer to listen, figure out where we went wrong and point us in the right direction. She presses it into her forehead instead: if she’s ever used a phone it was inside a building.
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