it was over two months ago now that i left a hot and sunny cuba to a cold and wet colombia. it was rush hour and the taxi from the airport was taking so much time in the traffic that i had to walk the final rainy blocks to the hostel. after checking in and opening my bag i discovered that my shower gel had exploded all over my clothes. despite all this i felt happy. i was given a hot cup of non-bitter coffee, given a towel and ushered towards the hot showers and given no choice but to accept their help in washing and drying my rucksack. and the best feeling, that they did all this because they're nice people. not because they felt obliged, or because they wanted money, but because when someone is friendly to you, you're friendly to them, and the world is a better place. i know that weather can affect how you feel, but i much prefer a cold country full of warm people than a hot climate full of arseholes. besides, the sun broke through the clouds soon enough.

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it was over two months ago now that i left a hot and sunny cuba to a cold and wet colombia. it was rush hour and the taxi from the airport was taking so much time in the traffic that i had to walk the final rainy blocks to the hostel. after checking in and opening my bag i discovered that my shower gel had exploded all over my clothes. despite all this i felt happy. i was given a hot cup of non-bitter coffee, given a towel and ushered towards the hot showers and given no choice but to accept their help in washing and drying my rucksack. and the best feeling, that they did all this because they're nice people. not because they felt obliged, or because they wanted money, but because when someone is friendly to you, you're friendly to them, and the world is a better place. i know that weather can affect how you feel, but i much prefer a cold country full of warm people than a hot climate full of arseholes. besides, the sun broke through the clouds soon enough.

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