A life in Colombia
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Hips, feet and a Latin beat: In defence of blonde girls
The pub was crowded because it’s always crowded – a dark, careworn, beer-drenched Bogotá public house that was thronged with people grinding and twirling, bumping and salsa-ing. That’s right. Dancing. And you thought that never happened in pubs. The place was impenetrable until a large Colombian man pushed his way through the dance floor, felling […]
MoreLeaving Bogotá: My fear of fear and why it’s getting worse
I may have told you this before, but I distinctly remember an ex-boyfriend of mine, after some years together, turning to me and remarking: “The thing is with you, you’re not scared of anything,” to which I sat in stunned silence for a few moments before replying: “Are you joking? I am scared of EVERYTHING.” […]
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