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I remember the first time I stumbled across the blog of a “digital nomad” – let’s call him Jake. Jake was a 30-year-old copywriter, living in Bali at the time, who ran his business from wifi-connected cafés in the morning, with surf lessons in the afternoon. “Doesn’t this sound great!” I exclaimed to my then editor, after greedily reading about the other fabulous locations he’d been simultaneously working in and exploring. “Pah”, he replied cynically. “That’s just code for ‘someone else is bankrolling me while I pretend to make a living’.” I refused to be swayed. Even if “Jake” was a fake, was it really that implausible to run a business from a dreamy exotic location? After all, as long as you have a power source, internet and coffee, does it make a…
