So here it is - my (overland) route from Quito to Rio. That's a lot of busses! I have until 16 November to get my ass to Quito, which leaves me about a month to try and experience Columbia without getting shot, kidnapped or arrested ...
“Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be” …
... is what my good friend Lucius said to me last year when I was bemoaning to him that life in the City of London was all getting a wee bit crap. I thought that was really quite inciteful for a man, until I discovered that he pinched it from the pages of Elizabeth Gilbert's... Continue Reading →
