A life in Colombia
I suffer from terrible impatience. Once I’ve made a decision (not one of my talents) I assume everything I want is going to happen within the next five minutes. I decided I was going to live in Bogotá exactly a week ago and, as yet, I don’t have a job or a flat. I’ve had […]
MoreMy potential new boss walked into the room. “Wow, you are tall,” he said, as we shook hands. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Now, I’ve lived in Latin America long enough not to be surprised by this question. I probably answer it three times a week. Dammit, I was practically expecting it. “More or less,” […]
MoreDiego is a loser. He manages to lose every item of clothing he owns. In the first few days I knew him, he lost two t-shirts and the same pair of flip flops, six times over. He has already given me two jackets and a t-shirt I liked, on the basis that he would “lose […]
MoreBefore I left England, I should have made myself a t-shirt. It would have read something like this: “Kent, but I lived in Liverpool. “27, yes, it took me a while to save. “It’s supposed to be six months, but I spent four months in Ecuador, so I’ll probably still be here at Christmas…” The […]
MoreWhen I was at university, I read Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Chronicle of a Death Foretold and thought it was brilliant. Since then, I’ve been meaning to read more of his work (particularly Love In A Time of Cholera and 100 Years of Solitude) but other novels somehow always got in the way. I have felt […]
MoreI was in Santa Marta for a few days before I hiked to the Ciudad Perdida. There I met a skinny, 26-year-old Colombian lad called Diego. He was on a short holiday from his home in Bogotá, where he lives with his brother, Juan. Now, when Diego heard I was planning to skip the Colombian […]
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