Every time I go shopping here, something weird happens. Usually I blame my lousy Spanish, but today fault lies with my trolley. To be honest, I was lucky to even get one.
Despite not actually being a church, Zipaquirá’s Salt Cathedral is one of Colombia’s most popular tourist destinations. Built 200 metres underground, the
Once in Doha I found a shop selling Palestinian solidarity memorabilia. However, it was lunchtime, and the shopkeeper was gone. I walked around the block, and came back half
Once in China, I saw a Tibetan sky burial. It took less than ten minutes for the birds to eat him. The feathered scrum writhed as more and more vultures shuffled over the
Once in Western Sahara I met a mother who had been sold out by the United Nations. “No one will give us our freedom- we must take it,” Ms Embarka Elmehdi Said told me.
Once in Morocco, I got into a dung fight with my host sisters. I was staying with a nomad family on the Touflite Plains, near Guelmim. They were poor, but welcoming. The boys
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