A Lonesome Journey
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Santa Marta, Colombia
In 2015, after leaving Italy, Michael decided to make another break for Latin America. He flew to Bogota and hitch-hiked north to the Caribbean coast, to Santa Marta, a small town nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Ragged, laid-back, populated by fishermen, street-sellers and labourers, it is the second oldest town in Latin America, dating back to 1525.
"By midday on Saturday everyone is sat around on dusty porches, with a hundred empty beer bottles and a radio playing too loud for anyone to talk, wearing their underwear and a big Saturday-afternoon king-of-the-world going-nowhere smile.
Impossibly beautiful morena girls sashay by lazy-wristed, tiltback shouldered, all bright eyes and dark smiles, and a pain stabs each of the men's hearts each time each one goes by. So they sigh and take a sip of beer and cool down until another miracle walks by and the heat and music and longing find their bones again..."
In 2015, after leaving Italy, Michael decided to make another break for Latin America. He flew to Bogota and hitch-hiked north to the Caribbean coast, to Santa Marta, a small town nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Ragged, laid-back, populated by fishermen, street-sellers and labourers, it is the second oldest town in Latin America, dating back to 1525.
"By midday on Saturday everyone is sat around on dusty porches, with a hundred empty beer bottles and a radio playing too loud for anyone to talk, wearing their underwear and a big Saturday-afternoon king-of-the-world going-nowhere smile.
Impossibly beautiful morena girls sashay by lazy-wristed, tiltback shouldered, all bright eyes and dark smiles, and a pain stabs each of the men's hearts each time each one goes by. So they sigh and take a sip of beer and cool down until another miracle walks by and the heat and music and longing find their bones again..."
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"The human sense-organs evolved to open consciousness out onto otherness, to interpret meaning, to form stronger relationships. In this modern analytical age we would do well to recall and rejuvenate the sensual roots of knowledge as a matter of urgency.
If we abandon these direct primary connections with the earth, we run the risk of losing not only the foundations of understanding, but also the reasons why the perspective they inform might be important for our own lives, as well as that of our species as a whole."