A life in Colombia
Bogota
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 […]
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Leaving 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.” […]
MoreMoving to Bogotá? Things you should know…
I‘ve lived in Bogotá for almost two-and-a-half years now and, although I frequently make mistakes and mess things up, I’ve learned a lot in that time. Mostly, I understand and respect that different cultures have different, often extremely subtle, ways of doing things and that Mr Darwin was entirely correct – those who adapt are […]
MoreThe Bogotá Psyche I: Why risk it?
One of my friends believes the diverse nature of the Colombian landscape has a direct effect on the minds of its inhabitants. “Give a Colombian a piece of paper and ask them to draw a landscape,” he says. “A Bogotano will draw a few fields, some mountains and a little house. The whole thing will […]
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Banana Skin Flip Flops 