Two weeks ago I pressed a button on my computer keypad and three million – yes, three million – pesos disappeared from my current account. In return, I have a ticket home to England and will be disappearing to my home country for one whole month. I’ve already started compiling a list of things I […]
June 10, 2012
Tears are a weapon in South America, but unfortunately not a weapon I am willing to employ. I may flirt, cajole, feign ignorance and flatter to get what I need, but sob in the face of Colombian officaldom? Urgh, no thank you. So when I left Bogotá’s Chamber of Commerce almost in tears – having […]
June 5, 2012
I am being assaulted by the blazing sun and staring at a young woman. She is tottering in huge heels and grasping a white umbrella that is clearly far too big – trying to avoid both burning her nose and arriving at work in a sweaty mess. We’re not used to summer in Bogotá, you […]
June 3, 2012
My good Venezuelan friend Jon likes to joke about the great Liberator, Simon Bolivar – his countryman and fellow Caraqueño. “He was just so small,” he exclaims, shaking his head. “How did he liberate five countries? How did he command all those people?” Standing at the foot of Señor Bolivar’s old bed, or a replica […]
June 14, 2012
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