A life in Colombia
I love cities. I bloody, bloody love them. I arrived in Lima at 8am. It was a gloriously sunny day. My hostel – Hotel Espana – was one of the most charming places I’ve ever stayed. It was three storeys of curiosities, packed with huge pre-Raphaelite paintings and faux Roman classical sculpture, culminating in a […]
More“I’m sorry. I marry an old man for money, but, it’s better I marry a young man?” I slowly repeated my schoolgirl Spanish as I craned forward and stared intently at the cards fanned across the pavement. “No. Listen one more time,” Julio replied impatiently. “You marry an old man. But he doesn’t function in […]
MoreYou should never judge a book by its cover. But you should always judge a country by its customs. Some of you may remember that when I arrived in Bogota – ready to transfer to Cartagena for my ‘two week’ Colombian holiday – the immigration official wanted my height as well as my telephone number […]
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