San Cristobal

Welcome 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 […]


Teetering on the edge

That surreal feeling resurfaced for the second time at dinner last night. We were huddled around the table, six girls, eating the delicious fried cakes Norma makes by mashing cheese, egg and a vegetable called yuka together. It was the realisation that I didn’t want, or more importantly need, to be anywhere else. Some people […]