by Laura Vilaça
I am a disaster traveling alone. I’ve been avoiding this confirmation because of my self esteem as an independent-grow-modern-woman, but facts keep proving me otherwise. Not even a year ago, I ‘forgot’ my checked luggage at the airport and happily went all the way home, only to realize – three hours later – that I had to go back 30 mins by bus to get it. It was a big red suitcase, almost my size. I kid you not.
76 x 31 x 43 cm. Sadly enough, not a sexual reference.
by Khac Giang Nguyen
I don’t mean Visa as a payment method. What I mean is a little sticky piece of paper pasted on your passport when you travel abroad and your country of destination requires it. It does have a supreme power that can change a man’s life forever, especially for those who come from the “developing world” and need to present in the “developed world”. Sadly, it usually changes lives for worse.