Hemingway was many things, but he did give the world mojitos, few words and the utterly romanticised notion of travel writing, which is more than you can say about most people. He was a complete mess and I probably shouldn’t search for guidance in this alcoholic womaniser, but I do.
My American friend Michal – a never ending source of movie, literature and celeb references – and I have started a debate on life and commitment. Things I tend to think about while on the road.
I don’t know how many answers I have found yet, but I’m still fiercely defending my idol when Michal boldly says the only thing he was right about was “the proportions of rum to lime to cola to make a proper Cuba Libre”.
Mail conversation to be continued.