The mud is black. There’s trash everywhere. And the smell is…well…the smell is like a mixture of wet clothes and rotten wood. It’s not necessarily unpleasant, but definitely distinct. I look around at the kids running through the alleys, the women selling ‘useful trash’ such as plastic bags and recycled paper, and the elderly lounging

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They say there can be too much of a good thing. Too much fun. Too much money. Too much travel. Too much travel? Really? Yes, really. As I sit here in my hostel in Quito, typing away on a rainy afternoon, I realise what a tired and jaded traveller I’ve become. I’m in one of

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Yep, that’s it. See that photo up there? ^ That’s my old cubicle. I didn’t like it very much.  You probably already know that; I trash having a 9-5 pretty regularly on this blog. Well today, things will be a little different. I’m going to soften my 9-5 hating, and here’s why. Often I get emails

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