Our Window.

Imagine you and three other people in car driving down to Cintsa, and entering a backpackers lodge at sea level around eight in the evening. Clouds are as low as the car, its dark. You buy a couple of beers you chat with other visitors to the lodge. You pass out. You wake up to see this.

Absolutely beautiful.
02 comments
  1. WORD!
  2. so worth the roadtrip