So I admittedly spent most of my time in Medellin lounging around the hostel — and working a lot, to be fair to myself — and trying not to cough directly in anyone’s face. And taking a shit-ton of pictures … Continue reading
So I made it to Medellin! — which everyone here I’ve asked (which is everyone I’ve spoken to) confirms is in fact pronounced meh-deh-JEEN not meh-deh-YEEN (I’ve forgotten too much of the IPA to transliterate it accurately). Huh. Flying over the Andes is … Continue reading
So after ten days in Bogota, I still haven’t gotten used to the altitude, and the dry cough and shortness of breath has officially devolved to a full-blown chest cold. Sorry, dormmates. I tried to be responsible, and moved to a … Continue reading
Apparently I took actually zero pictures of Dublin. So I guess I’m done catching up which is good because forty-eight hours from now(ish) I will be landing in Colombia and what am I doing and why do I do this ahhhh! … Continue reading
