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On my last day in Moscow, after having spent a week in Russia’s iconic capital, an immediate friendship was sealed with a bohemian Argentinian, named “Zal”, as we literally broke bread in our hostel that morning. For the past several years Zal (Gonzalo) had been wandering throughout Eastern Europe supporting himself with his music. He was a fascinating guy and it didn’t take me long to realise that there was something special about him. I knew in my gut that his invitation to meet him in St Petersburg the following day if I decided to go, was not one to turn down. So, along with other factors taken into consideration, I took the night train to St Petersburg …
It was mid-spring and I could no longer stand the gloomy London weather. April was early to visit the Dalmatian coast of Croatia, but it was warm enough to end what had been a long winter.
From the capital of Zagreb, I travelled down the incomprehensively beautiful coast to Split. Being a major port city, many explore the popular Islands close by such as Hvar. Although I normally avoid mainstream destinations, the solitude of the previous two weeks had built an urge to blow off some steam. So I picked the least shit hostel out of the two shitty options, and took the hour ferry trip across the Adriatic sea to Hvar town, ready to party with the typical Western tourists, on their two-week piss-ups, that usually comprised such places …
A few years back I dated a girl from a small town called Tarapoto, in the North of Peru where the Andean Mountains meet the Amazon Rain forest. It was a small, humble town with a tropical climate, that offered fuck all to do. Most of the inhabitants lived close-knit, working-class lives, my girlfriend’s family included, who lived on the outskirts of the city. Her house was situated in a poor suburb with run-down, dirt roads, that were littered with stray dogs. During the day, the stray dogs normally slept due to the humid, perpetual 30°C+ days. However, when the temperature dropped after sunset, they came out to play, when most people returned to their houses …
In Saint Petersburg, I rented a room in a Soviet-era flat for three weeks. What should have been a two-bedroom flat, was split into five small rooms, each the width of a double bed and the length of two. In true Russian style, somehow eight people occupied the place during my stay. In three rooms lived five locals. The two remaining were rented on Airbnb by myself and another couple …
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