A life in Colombia
Medellin
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 […]
MorePablo’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 […]
MoreWelcome to Colombia
My Spanish is terrible at the best of times. But, of course, it fails me most when I’m trying to talk to an official through a thick pane of glass. I wobbled onto the tip of my toes, peered over the glass panel and asked the immigration officer to repeat his question. He smiled. “How […]
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