Wednesday, 14 May 2014 | Views [137] | Scholarship Entry
It smells like a barnyard. It’s over 35 degrees. I whack the flies that pester my sticky brown skin. There is nothing to use to clean the blood up, but a few dirty rags. “Are you sure that he will be able to carry on? He looks like he is going to pass ... Read more >
Tags: 2014 Travel Writing Scholarship - Euro Roadtrip
