Blood, Taxis and Ziploc Bags
February 15th 2011 No matter how early the planning starts, the last days before an extended trip turn me into a headless chicken with Woody Allen-level anxiety. As I struggle to find mosquito repellent, suspend my Verizon service, calculate the number of Ziploc bags needed to hold middle-age medication and determine how much cash in my pocket will get me robbed at Guayaquil airport, I managed to fit in an impromptu
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