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Golfito, 2003.
Disappointed Rudd Baldwin returned to the hotel. Halfway he told the cabdriver to stop. He wanted to walk, maybe do a little jogging and clean his mind. When the taxi moved on, Rudd felt sorry he got out of the car. It was too hot to do some running. Slowly he continued his walk along the road; thinking about all the things he had heard. When he passed an old locomotive, an old train left behind as reminder of the times the banana companies were still producing around this area, he noticed he had walked too far.
“Baldwin!” a familiar voice shouted. Dwight Axelrod and his friends returned from their shark hunt. The four of them, packed up in a small cab, were on their way back to the hotel. “Where are you heading?” Dwight asked.
“I was on my way back to the hotel, but
