A life in Colombia
Do I look helpless Mr President?
“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 […]More
Pablo’s dead. Get over it.
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 […]More