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The Naked Man and The Mob (Colombia)

I remember smashing whisky cokes at the bar in Houston airport so that I would be drunk enough to sleep on the plane down to South America. When I arrived in Bogata, I booked a hostel on my phone because I had an eighteen hour layover before my next flight to Pasto. It was 1 a.m. when the Taxi driver took me down a handful of desolate alleyways between graffiti painted brick walls before we arrived at the place. 

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Welcome to Bangkok

The taxi driver from the airport seemed fairly normal when he picked me up. A little casual conversation and the general introductory questions. As soon as we arrived near my hotel though the ol’ munchkin quickly mutated into a freakish troll. 

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The First 24 Hours in Cambodia

The first night we arrived we found a little bar called, Last Call near the end of an alleyway close to our hostel. We played pool on a shitty, crooked table with undersized balls and a terrible slant that caused the balls to roll towards the left if you didn’t shoot them straight into a pocket with blunt force. Beers were fifty cents each and went down like water in that nasty heat that lingered even after nightfall.         

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