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A sign on the Stardust Sanctuary Farm reads 'the end is near'
Entering a new culture, you often wonder: is it safe? If you don’t know what to expect, you expect the worst. The first week in my cute little student town in Tartu I walked around with a pocket knife in my palm. Just because I didn’t know the place and the people and once it was dark outside, my brain started to emit fear. I’m not walking around with a knife anymore, but strange places
a selection of Marie Sharpe's famous hot sauces
I realise that the next confession is not going to win me many rock ‘n roll points. But fuck that, truth is my core value. And besides, I’m too old to pretend to be cooler than I actually am. So here it goes: I like statistics. Don’t get me wrong: ask me about dispersion, standard deviation or correlation and I’ll shoot you looks of utter confusion. You might as well ask me to fill out
“Kitty, kitty, kitty!” our guide called and he threw another sardine into the reddish-brown water. It was so hot that the bottoms of my sneakers melted on the wooden bridge. About 1000 insects buzzed around my head. The only things missing from the mangrove were the crocodiles. No, we weren’t exploring the dangerous jungle in our backyard this time. Instead, we were looking for crocodiles on a small island neighbouring Caye Caulker. Caye Caulker is
graveyard caye caulker
Anete and I are sitting on a terrace amidst lush rainforest, sipping large glasses of refreshing blood red sorrel juice. Squirrels hop by in nearby trees, insects make a lot of noise and a couple of drops of rain have once again threatened to officially kick off the monsoon… but not quite yet. The whole scene is rather idyllic. Or is it? What the reader might not realise: this environment is trying to kill us. I’m
Anete on Maya temple at Cahal Pech in San Ignacio, Belize
Swinging my legs under my office desk last summer, I clicked on one of those dreamy beach pictures that make every 9-to-5 job holder count their days until the next vacation. It was a post shared by a page called Workaway. That website gathers thousands of volunteering opportunities around the globe. In exchange for a part-time job, you’ll get free accommodation and food. I scrolled down dreamily, knowing perfectly well that I should be making phone