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It was another red-eyed
late night of reckless kilometer killing. Five of us mangy biologists were
again piled in the van and cruzing another wobbly Mexican highway at night
with only the lights of our flickering worn-out headlights. We were in a
new fascinating environment, the Dry Savannah Forests along the Pacific
Coast. A landscape composed of thorny shrubs and trees surviving through
the searing heat and constant aridness of the day. But on this unusual night
the annual rains came pouring through the night. Joseph was negotiating
the steering wheel through the rain, Rob and Jonas were asleep on top of
the piles of dirty cloths and camera equipment, Daniel was sick with the
Mexican stomach problems ....... More
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