At some point during the past year, I found myself on the back of a motorbike racing and weaving in and out of traffic through the dusty streets of Cartagena, Colombia... one arm holding on to a stack of recently acquired vallenato and salsa vinyl records and the other hanging on to a stranger who kindly offered me a ride to the bus station so that
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