Day 5 Misahualli to Banos
If you read my post of day 4 you are probably still wondering about the remarks I made concerning “Pig manure, motorcycle riding and fond memories”. Well, without a story it is certainly hard to imagine how pig manure and fond memories can be in the same sentence but here is the true story that happened to me 59 years ago. Hmm, where does it come from? How did I get it? When did it start? The wind in my face,…