We arrive in Rute and search out the Oficina Turismo which is, as usual, closed. Grady, in charge of todays trip over promised trails from abandoned railroad lines (therefore flat, don't you know) left all the maps in the hotel lobby while we fixed Laurie's 6th flat tire, he's through with candles and churches forever, and threw away the Koran. Here Grady assures us that he's got it all cased out,and its a level run. The cleaning lady showed up at the office and opened it up to give us maps. Rute is apparently famous for it Anise, and she pulled out a bottle with shot glasses. All but Laurie bellied up to the bar and a few shots later off we went. Ross claimed vision in his glass eye as he weaved down the road out of town.
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