Where does Bogota go from here?

I was out paying the rent. A banal and hardly soul satisfying event in my life. Queues and Colombian banks. The call from Alba came through onto my cellphone. Over the sound of fire engines, police cars and military sirens I missed it. It was 1102 on Tuesday morning. More pressing on my mind has Read more about Where does Bogota go from here?[…]

Know Your Hostelier: the Fair Trade well-read Traveller

The legitimate bum, a wayward soul who believes he is a beat poet on a higher plain will have an arsenal of tales to regale the crowd. And it is this traveller that strikes it out alone, often with a backpack, often with more reading material than clothes and with an idealist’s view of global Read more about Know Your Hostelier: the Fair Trade well-read Traveller[…]

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