When we left this morning at 5:30am from Arroyo de Arena, someone in the 600 strong crowd remarked, “At this pace, we are going to arrive in Cartagena at the same time that it takes to lick two block of panela.” This means a long time, basically the coastal equivalent of slow as molasses in
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Whoever said non-violent direct action organizing and execution was glamorous should be non-violently chastised. It is not and frankly, I’m not super excited about the act of marching on Saturday, until who knows when. (Here’s some info about what we are doing and why) Memories of last December and the march of Mampuján come swirling
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