I struggle with group meals. Everyone argues over the bills and the service takes forever.
Last night, I tagged along with the group. And just after we left the hotel in Potosi, the rain started.
And got harder. And harder. But the time we got near the plaza, thunder and lightning kicked in.
"It's only three more blocks," said the trip leader.
"I'm out. To hell with it. I'm going in the next place I see," I said. I veered off.
The next place I saw was an Internet cafe. And the rain was pouring down. And then the floods started. I sat down and made myself comfortable. I wasn't going anywhere for some time.