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Hoodies, crockery and poetry: Do appearances deceive?

October 8, 2012

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Dusk had slowly settled into night at Guatapé lake – a couple of hours outside Medellín – and the town’s inhabitants were already spilling onto the town square, ready to enjoy an early evening gossip, an exchange of hats and a good, old-fashioned, people-watch. The square was beautiful, framed by the huge illuminated church, humming […]

Mullets, rat tails and random fluffy bits: Welcome to Medellín

October 6, 2012

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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 […]

Man and Matador: Colombian bullfighter Luis Bolivar

November 29, 2011

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Luis Bolivar – Colombia’s top bullfighter – emerges from a shiny car on a grey afternoon and is instantly the star. He’s wearing dark glasses, despite the lack of sun. And although he’s preparing to hone his skills in the dirt ring of a Colombian farmhouse, the beauty by his side – clutching a Louis […]

Do I look helpless Mr President?

February 12, 2011

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“Do you need any help? Are you on your own?” the portly police officer asked me, looking concerned. “Yes, I’m alone,” I lied. It often makes life easier. In fact, I was attending my first ever bull fight – in the gloriously warm city of Medellin – with a photographer. He’d left to find his […]

Pablo’s dead. Get over it.

August 6, 2010

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The music was loud, the street was filled with people and the smell of fried festival food followed your every move. I went to Medellin for the city’s flower festival and, although this was probably an unofficial street party, everyone seemed in the mood to celebrate. The crowd was too thick for six people to […]

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