FiveOwen stared out the transport window as the narrow road climbed into the mountain pass. Here and there, the tires sent streams of gravel into the dark ravines as they wound around the twisting route hemmed in by towering kapok and strangler figs. In the understory, ferns, and philodendrons fled into the dark gloom. Sometimes, when the canopy relented, the Andean range could be seen peering down at them with snow-covered faces. Owen tapped Manny on the shoulder.
“Time ta stretch our legs, mate.” He got up and faced the team. “There's a turn-off up ahead. We'll hang there for fifteen,” he said, then pointed toward a gap within the trees to their left. “There's a loo down that path over there if ya need it. I'd advise using it. We've a shag ta go 'fore we stop again. Believe me, you don'
