the tuc-tuc diaries.zero

a few months ago i realised i was indulging in a hedonist lifestyle of cheap thrills and creature comforts. i felt emotionally and spiritually numb. so i decided to travel, because i wanted more of that but in a different location, preferably one with cheaper cocaine. that's how i ended up in colombia with 3 months to spare and no real plan to speak of. my travels were poorly documented to say the least - i didn't keep any sort of journal and the fact that i didn't take a camera turned out to hinder the photography aspect of the thing. so, due to what i imagine is stifling popular demand and me not wanting to forget every single thing that happened over there, i'm going to try to force out some sort of written account of the events. there is absolutely no guarantee that this will be of any interest to anyone, and there is of course the distinct possiblity that everything i say never actually happened. the first installment will hopefully come soon, try not to panic as you wait. gracias y hasta luego.