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 […]
October 6, 2012
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 […]
November 29, 2011
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 […]
February 12, 2011
“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 […]
October 8, 2012
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