I’m travelling with a woman and her adult daughter from the airport, two people whom I had the good fortune of sitting next to on the plane from Puerto Natales. They have assisted me into the city of Santiago in the cheapest, most local way possible, which I am obviously stoked about, as Chile has…
It’s 8am in Cusco, Peru. I’m starting my shift at the general health clinic in San Sebastian, a suburb that’s a 20-minute bus ride from the centre. Yesterday was a sweaty day in the city; today though, my breath hangs in front of my face and I shiver in my raincoat.
Intermittent rain…
Dear Alcohol,
I’ve been thinking a lot about our relationship lately. I’m not very happy, and no -- it’s not me; it’s you.
Most of the time, I am an interesting, composed young adult. But all it takes is a small dose of you, and my hidden feelings are aired out for display. I then…