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Fishing in Punta Umbria is a struggle. There is the battle between the pescador´s skin and the fierce sun. There are hoots and hollers from adjacent pescadors as you cast over their lines by mistake. The fish probably put up a fair fight too – I wouldn´t know – I´ve never hooked one. Lastly, there […]

I woke for no apparent reason, and sat upright as I tried to figure out who I was, where I was, who had shat in my mouth. I was in a bed, my bed. I was me. It was Sunday, a day before I had to vacate my flat in a pristene condition for the

Flying from Gatwick after a particularly toxic weekend in London, I happened upon a detox diet article in the inflight magazine. Between snoozes with my head pressed against the window, drooling all over my chin, I absorbed a bit of information about the seven day regime. It was designed to overcome many of the problems