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              ugliness, side by side. we drove to puerto nuevo, a place bel remembered from many bus trips in younger years as being a party place, with food, fun, and laughter. the years have not been kind. it is now a sad place with desperation, poverty and garbage. walking through the streets where vendors covered
		        
              
                  every available inch with tables covered with the same merchandise -- silver jewelry, wrestling masks, bong pipes of various shapes, t-shirts with the same crude sayings -- and the people all looking at you, trying to catch your eye, trying to talk to you because you mean money is like being the blood...
		      
		        
		      
		        https://formyselfandstrangers.blogspot.com/2006/07/