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South America: What to pack?

April 6, 2012

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South America is officially a pain in the ass. The more you see, the more you have to see. I’ve been here almost two years now and my ‘To Do’ list is growing by the day: Go to the Guyanas, Uruguay, Paraguay; see more of Bolivia, more of Venezuela; explore more of Argentina, Brazil; go […]

The Ugly Truth: Katherine Heigl, the control freak… and me

March 25, 2012

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About a year ago, I went on a date with someone who failed to fall for my grace, beauty and buckets of charm. I know this because he never called me again. He did, however, make clear his disdain for women who “like to control everything”. At some point during the course of the evening […]

Pride and Prejudice: Dancing with the devil in Buenos Aires

March 21, 2012

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Argentine men are dangerously attractive and the one who approached me, the blonde girl in the smoky Buenos Aires nightclub, was taller, darker and more handsome than most. The alarm bell sounded. It was time to walk the thin line between being prissy and not wishing to waste anybody’s time. “I have a boyfriend,” I […]

Do beards and ‘man buns’ really grow on you?

March 17, 2012

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Alright, let’s be honest. How many truly gorgeous men are there in the world with three centimetres of fur on their faces? A Shipwrecked Tom Hanks? John Lennon in 1970? I always seem to stick my neck out for Señor Guevara – an exception in so many ways – but beyond him, nope. Huge hippie […]

Forget the ‘Malvinas’: Let’s fight about tango

March 14, 2012

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There wasn’t a chance in hell that Pablo wasn’t going to ask the one question I’m not particularly fond of answering. “Where are you from?” he began. I arranged my features into their now familiar half-apologetic, half dumb-blonde-girl pose. The message is clear: I’m English, but I’m far too nice and innocent to know anything […]

Is Perito Moreno just the tip of the iceberg?

March 12, 2012

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I really do develop some strange obsessions. When I first arrived in Latin America I loved Latin names so much I collected them – I used to write the most elaborate in an old notebook, that is now filled with random Seraphims and Octavios whom I’ll never see again. I’ve collected doorknockers in Cartagena – […]

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