A life in Colombia
I have discovered there is something annoying about writing a blog. Unfortunately, if you write a blog, you have to make a vague stab at being truthful even when you’ve plumbed previously inconceivable depths of idiocy. This blog should be about the Saturday I spent snorkelling with baby sealions and ploughing through dark and choppy […]
MoreI was in the highest of spirits that afternoon as I walked to the beach to meet Pam. Now, there are two beaches we frequent on San Cristobal. Playa Man is your typical hangout. It is still smothered with sea lions and you can watch the blue footed boobies diving – but it just has […]
MoreIt would be an understatement to say that, as I walked to school the next day, I had no idea how things were going to unfold. Joss advised me to take my laptop – “If there’s no-one to help, you can always find a quiet corner,” she advised – which seemed eminently sensible. But I […]
MorePeople are usually reasonably easy to read, aren’t they? If they dislike you, disapprove of you or generally feel unable to tolerate you, they’ll give themselves away. It might be a comment or a gesture, but it will be there. Similarly, if they like you, well, that’s normally pretty obvious too. I have no idea […]
MoreIt first happened in Spanish class. “Do you have a boyfriend in South America?” my teacher asked, innocently enough. “No,” I replied. But it was Spanish class, so I elaborated. “Men here are too short,” I smiled politely. “Noooooo,” my teacher responded, mouth agape. She then spent the next 15 minutes listing all of her […]
MoreSome days, I know, I never really grew up. I still suffer from childlike excitement. The kind where you catch your breath and clap, then laugh and try not to look too sheepish. There are moments when I want to simultaneously laugh and cry and remain mute, my head shaking. I know I look serious. […]
MoreThe whole thing was so utterly ungainly. There I sat, legs splayed and groaning in agony as the 19-year-old boy opposite me chuckled softly to himself. Perhaps I should explain. Today was only my second day on the Galapagos island of San Cristobal and already I appear to be a treasured member of the Tae […]
MoreThe entire purpose of my three-month stay on the Galapagos is to assist with the teaching of the finer points of the mother tongue. Simple enough, you would think, for someone who has spoken a form of English for years. Except my new school, Pedro Pablo, had slightly different ideas. Monika (another one) teaches the four-year-olds […]
MoreWe were soon decamping at San Cristobal airport in the company of our Galapagos co-ordinator, Paulina. She hailed a cab. “When you get a cab round here you don’t need to give a street,” she advised. “Just say the name of the family. Everyone knows everyone.” There was a slight pause. “It’s a small island,” […]
MoreSome joker decided that the morning after the night before was the ideal time for an 8am sight seeing departure. (I can’t remember who it was – it may have been me – but needless to say we didn’t quite depart at 8am. We had to have our coffee and pancakes first.) Eventually we made […]
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