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Aug 8th, 2010 |
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By Joshua Crasto
A knock on the door at 10.30 pm wakes us up. It’s our mechanic and he reveals: “All is gone… taken, swept away.” We’ve barely rested from our ordeal in the last 36 hours, when we somehow made it back to the safety of our hotel room, before we’re out back again to assess what...