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Along Mallorca Roads

It’s 10 o’clock when I land. That’s the problem with booking the cheapest flight. It always lands late. “Take bus number 1,” she texts. “Our stop is number 422, in front of El Corte Ingles. You know, that shop you hate.” I haven’t Read more

A Day In Harare

I’m staying with a girl called Lyn. Couchsurfer. I’m sitting on her couch, relaxing with a cup of tea. Getting here though, was bit of an adventure. It was middle of the afternoon when I landed in Harare. Small flight. Lyn had already given me all the instructions the day Read more