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“You alright?” I was caught off guard. Yes, I am alright. Pause. Am I alright? I started spiraling into a self inflicted existential crisis. After a lot of contemplating I took a deep breath and answered no. Milky tea went cold, a jaffa cake was dropped. Oh, how the tables have turned, now I channelled my existential crisis onto another person. A...
Read MoreI'm in Otavalo, a small town in the North of Ecuador. My travel guide tells me there’s a beautiful view point one hour’s walk away. I feel zen and inspired and begin my solo hike. But after a while, the houses become scarce. I look back and the city seems minuscule. I keep going. Suddenly, I hear barking. I look up: two dodgy dogs are racing...
Read MoreUp to 60% of the human adult body is water. I guess the remaining 40% is made of our memories. I was cycling towards Pamplona and had just waved goodbye to Fiona and Ian, two cycling buddies I had randomly - and fortunately - met in the Basque Countries. After a long day cycling on my own, thinking too much and probably not pedaling enough, I...
Read MoreMaybe it was his cheeky, toothless grin, or the bottle of Mcdowell’s rum in his hand that blushed gold against the fading red sky. “Whisky?” I nodded, his long wiry eyebrows focused as he poured the honey-like liquid into a small paper cup. I notice a spindly goat tied to a tree outside when Bibek yanks me inside a concrete shack where several...
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