We drove over some volcano to reach the Pacific Ocean today. Philip and Kenneth toured a butterfly farm with lots of blue butterflies and poisonous tree frogs. The monkey loved Ken and kept jumping on his back and hugging him. I will never go to these places again. The roads are deadly, with 5000 foot drops on either side of a small winding road, traveled by huge trucks that speed and pass in deadly corners.
Kenneth has been talking a lot more. He seems to have a lot to say. I wouldn't say that this is the stem cells, yet. We are in some dive of a hotel, put up by Spirit Airlines. I hope Ken's stem cells don't die from the dirty room...hopefully, the airlines will fly us home tomorow. I miss the USA!
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