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Two Dragons welcome the sunrise with an improvised dance atop the Andes. Photo by Ryan Gasper.

What six guys write on a six hour bus ride from Parque de la papa to Ocongate

So many papas,

I thought it meant my father,

Where is my papa?

My homestay papa,

Not much like my real papa,

Where is my papa?

I peel my papa,

Boil, fry and dry the papa,

Papa, where are you?

Dig that hole, papa,

Toss in the baby papa,

Soon come more papa.

Papa no papa,

So where could my papa be,

He is still at home.

-To all our papas out there, we miss you

Jakob, Kevin, Dane, Sidney, David, Luis