A country that only exists on my mind

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When you already have been traveling for a while, you realize the chronic deja- vu that inevitably attacks you every time you start each and every one of your conversations. The eternal return to the same answers. The basic CV to find out how, why and for how long your destination (and other characters destinations) have crossed paths on the same page. It is like a tacit secret agreement, involved in the backpacking world: a mandatory questionnaire to which you will be submitted as many times Read more [...]

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- Mrs..., do you need a taxi? Mrs...???????? What the fuck ...! That’s just the welcome I expected: the insufferable Costa Rican version of Rickshaw madame? translated into the cruel Creole classification as a female elderly. That’s what my Israeli on a motorcycle used to say when, back in India, he proved his alpha male and Jewish prototype skills to haggle with the rickshaw drivers: all over the world, taxi drivers tend to be a pain in the ass. Do I really look as a "Mrs"? Come on! Read more [...]