Thursday, 24 Apr 2014 | Views [243] | Scholarship Entry
Like a baby bird being passed my mother’s regurgitated food, I accepted the bottle of chicha. It was half drink, half paste with the look and smell of creamed corn. It had been illegally brewed and sold to me through a kitchen window in the tiny farm ... Read more >
Tags: 2014 Travel Writing Scholarship - Euro Roadtrip
