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Mark Moxon's Travel Writing

Colombia: The Song Remains the Same

It's a curse sometimes, being into music. I envy people who can walk into a pub and not notice what's playing, because for me there is no such thing as background music. Even if it's so quiet that I have to strain to catch the melody, my brain actively seeks out the day's soundtrack, analyses it, files it away and, worst of all, judges it.