A life in Colombia
I’ve lived in Latin America for six months now. I was about due an armed robbery. I mean that with no prejudice – loads of my friends have been robbed in London – but here, I’m in the minority with my blonde hair and blue eyes. If anyone in this city, country or continent is […]
More“What do you call it in English?” “A tin opener. I’m sorry, what is the Spanish word again?” “Abrelatas,” “And if I want to drink wine?” “You’re going to need el sacacorcho.” “Gracias. Now, do we have abrelatas?” “No, but I can open that can for you with a knife.” Oh, how I love living […]
MoreToday was a seriously shitty day. Okay, so not that shitty in the context of the world’s real problems; merely shitty within my own personal spectrum. I had to pay 600,000 pesos in tuition fees to the university which, unhelpfully, is my daily withdrawal limit. I was completely out of cash – it is two […]
MoreIn Colombia, I am a giant – at 6’1. Until last Saturday, I thought I was probably the tallest girl in the country. But the beauty who walked past my friend and I, as we stood huddled outside a nightclub, dwarfed me by at least four inches. “How tall is that girl?” my friend spluttered, […]
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