The day is up when I arrive in the city centre. I’ve been walking for a long time because the prosperous neighbourhood of the capital is quite far from the rest of the city. The strap of my bag starts cutting into my shoulder. I need to rest, and a good shower because the temperature has already risen a hell of a lot. And most importantly, I could kill someone for coffee.
Despite my resistance to alcohol, yesterday Jack didn’t let me outpace him and I have a rather unpleasant headache. I needed some water also because I’m dehydrated, to say the least. As well as an internet connection to decide what will be the next step of my journey.
Not far from one of the very numerous churches in the historic district, I finally notice a small, fairly clean internet cafe next to a cheap hotel, but b
