With a throbbing head and a brewing tonsilitis induced by a drinking spree + an all-nighter karaoke session, I impatiently paced around Mövenpick Hotel's reception
I was watching my fingers drum to the tune of the pipe in lobby music on the reception desk. The front officer's grin was from
"What the heck did I just eat I suddenly got nostalgia!". And it wasn't just Le Chile Cafe's food that tugged my mind back to
Me boots thrashed through hay. The earth beneath them, mushy. Clumps of soil clung onto my sole as I made my way across the field.
"Coming through!", a voice bellowed from behind. I instinctively jumped out of the way. A runner bathing in her own sweat rushed past. Judging by the