High 30’s Celsius as we wind our way up from the Pacuare river to the village of El Tigre, the smell from the nearby cilantro fields was over whelming. It only made me crave the pico de gallo salsa even more.
High 30’s Celsius as we wind our way up from the Pacuare river to the village of El Tigre, the smell from the nearby cilantro fields was over whelming. It only made me crave the pico de gallo salsa even more.