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Just as I was adjusting to the delicious sultry heat of Cartagena, I had to leave. As gorgeous as it was, unfortunately I couldn't stay there forever.
Leaving Cartagena was hilarious. My taxi driver to the airport, Manuel, spent more time looking at me (in the back seat) than he did at the road with rapid fire questioning: do you have a boyfriend? are you married? do you have children? how c...
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have you got a gun fetish?
...not only guns, but tanks too... L