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From Baghdad to Bogota: the forgotten refugees in Colombia

April 22, 2017 // 0 Comments

…and why just telling their story is no longer enough The Hadi Family (AFP) When I first stumbled upon a story about the Hadis, an Iraqi refugee family who had thought they were heading towards the United States but were tricked and left in Colombia to fend for themselves, I started Googling. Their story had already been covered by small media channels all [more]

Colombia rejects the peace agreement; but why?

October 2, 2016 // 0 Comments

Today, Colombia voted ‘no’ to the peace agreement with the FARC. There was a 37% voter turnout, and the regions which have suffered most from guerrilla activities, homes to most of the victims of the conflict, voted overwhelmingly in favour of the peace agreement. I try not to comment too much on Colombian politics as it’s a sensitive topic with an [more]

When ‘Bogotá-Belly’ strikes…

August 5, 2016 // 0 Comments

I ought to preface this post with a warning that this is not recommended reading if you have just eaten as it gets pretty graphic pretty early on. Ok. Well. This week has not been pleasant. Think stomach cramps, a lot of internal bubbling, hydro-carbon emissions which could raise global temperatures, bowel explosions and a diet of plain rice and dry toast. A [more]

9 reasons I’m happy to be Back in the Bog!

July 11, 2016 // 2 Comments

It’s July and this is my first post of 2016. Those of you who have been following my blog for a while may know that I had to return to the UK in March last year as my mum became very ill with cancer. For this reason I had to leave Bogotá and move back home for a while. I’ve been able to visit Bogotá a number of times in the last year, but I [more]

10 Bogotá anecdotes which made me Bogo-smart!

November 3, 2015 // 4 Comments

When I first arrived in Bogotá, the experience of living abroad wasn’t new to me; I had lived in Latin America before. But I wasn’t yet ‘Bogo-smart’..! What I really needed was a Bogotá for Dummies guide! Fast-forward two years and I am now a well-weathered expat/Bogotana; so what pearls of wisdom do I have to impart? Well, I thought [more]

Culture Shock in Colombia, 2 years on

October 29, 2015 // 2 Comments

I first wrote about my experience of culture shock in Colombia a year ago, one year after my big move to Bogotá to be with my Colombian boyfriend Javi; re-reading it now, I was clearly feeling quite pessimistic at the time, so I thought that now would be a good time to write a follow-up post! In my first post, I referred to the model of culture shock presented [more]

Bogotá vs. London – Things I miss about Bogotá

June 19, 2015 // 3 Comments

Bogotá has a bit of a marmite quality about it. People seem to love it or hate it. For a long while I certainly fell into the latter category, though in time I have acquired a taste for it. They say you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone… well my story has become a Tale of Two Cities. I’ve recently had to leave Bogotá and return to London [more]

Car Horns and Cacophony: A Tale from Gabo’s Colombia

April 24, 2015 // 0 Comments

I’m so pleased that a piece I wrote about one of my everyday experiences in Bogotá (namely sitting in traffic!) was accepted for inclusion in an anthology, which includes work by a number of writers with a connection to Colombia, in memory of the great Gabriel García Marquez, who passed away one year ago on 17th April 2014. My piece considers themes [more]

Musings from a Bogotá café

February 7, 2015 // 1 Comment

Sitting in a chic Bogotá café in El Nogal, one of the city’s most exclusive neighbourhoods, I find myself in the not-entirely-unfamiliar position of patiently waiting for a student who has clearly forgotten all about our appointment. As I still have an hour until my next scheduled meeting, this means that I am left with time to kill. I start writing, as it [more]

Bogota and Me: It’s Complicated

November 24, 2014 // 0 Comments

It’s 2.40am. I went to bed at 7.30pm with an unexplained banging headache, so predictably I am now up and wide awake. It’s the witching hour on a Monday morning in Bogota, and the main road next to our living room is spookily quiet. With nothing else to do at this hour but to let my mind wander, I’ve started pondering my relationship. Not my [more]
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