The woman standing in front of us was beautiful. She had impossibly tight jeans, even more impossibly high heels and a jewelled belt.
She’d probably had surgery on her derrière, but it was the good kind – her ass looked less like two mangos on a shelf and more like the back view of Jennifer Lopez. She had full make-up and long, blow dried hair.
“See?” my friend said, gesturing at the woman.
“That’s how you know you’re boarding a flight to Medellín.”
How ridiculous. Everyone knows beautiful women are not the first sign that you’re boarding a flight to Medellín. The first sign you’re boarding a flight to Medellín – and a constant reminder once you arrive – are the men’s haircuts; a glorious roulette wheel of mullets, rat tails and random fluffy bits.
Sure Antioquia has a lot going for it; a lively ‘eternal spring’ capital, misty coffee farms, trotting ponies, fabulous hats and a reputation for shrewd hospitality.
It’s just really hard to see beyond the hair.