I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but here it goes - I am bored in the Galapagos. That’s right, bored stiff, aching to get a taste of North American cartoons, or house music, or a coffee house, or ANYTHING but this stupid sand and sea. OK, that’s pushing it. But here’s the thing, traveling is still living, and part of living is boredom. It is an important part of living at that. The unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how you look at it) thing about travel is that you no longer have the luxury of doing nothing and feeling OK about it. You must, at all times, take full advantage of your surroundings, of the people around you, of the experience of it all. The consequence of not being on full alert, of not
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