A life in Colombia
Poverty
The Bitter Truth About Brie
No-one ever knocks on the door at night. In fact, no-one ever visits at night, but if they do, they’re announced by the doorman, portero in Colombia, whose job it is to formally announce all visitors, from the plumber to the priest. It’s a bit like the way young girls were announced at London debutante balls in […]
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Help me, I’m an American
Anyone who has ever spent time applying for a visa will know the process does not put you in the best of moods. Still, I was feeling reasonably cheery this morning. Yes, I had a 5am alarm call. Yes, I was standing in the wet, bedraggled queue outside the office at 7am. But, by 8am, […]
MoreReason #6: Because the kids will break your heart
“And who was President before that?” I repeated. It was a brilliantly sunny day but I was weak, hungover and slightly sad. It was my last day in Cusco and I had spent the afternoon saying inwardly emotional goodbyes to this gorgeous city whilst lazing in the square with my book. Except a dirty, skinny […]
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Banana Skin Flip Flops 