Alain de Botton wrote a very entertaining book called “The Art of Travel”. I bought a copy in an airport departure lounge, hoping it would tell me what on earth it was I was doing there. I put the book in my bag, went to the bar and forgot all about it. A few days […]
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You’ve probably seen those emaciated deeply tanned westerners hanging around beaches with dreadlocks, with all of their possessions in a small woven bag and thought, “How do those wasters survive?” I figured it out. Drinking only water yesterday (1 Euro), staying in the ropiest flea ridden room in town (13 Euro) and doing not much
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An ancient city, designed by architects who had no appreciation for the way cigar and two-stroke moped smoke lingers in high sided twisting narrow streets.
