A life in Colombia
Fernando Botero
The only risk is wanting to stay
Before 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 […]
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When 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 […]
MoreThe legend of Bogotá
I 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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