Some days you watch the sunset on a prehistoric pillar in a UNESCO world heritage site, other days you find yourself bawling your eyes out in a cloud of mosquitoes, in the middle of nowhere, in a country where you can’t even understand the alphabet. You’re tired. You’re lonely. You want to go home. This life is a waste of time.
Then you write something like this. Feel a little better. Get up the next day and start again….
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