El Choco, Colombia

Almost a year ago I was in the department of Choco on Colombia's Pacific Coast, which feels like a different country altogether - here, latinos are almost as foreign as white folk. The locals are a mix of indigenous and afro Colombians, who escaped slavery at the hands of the Spaniards and fled to the… Continue reading El Choco, Colombia

Nu Yawk, Nu Yawk

I was sitting in an airport in Orlando, not long after publishing a post predicting how hard it was going to be to leave the unforgettable people and the crazy times I'd known and had in Bogota. I was sweating in jeans, a remnant of Bogota's pre-dawn chill unsuited to Florida in summer, let alone… Continue reading Nu Yawk, Nu Yawk

The Dol Siblings go to Peru

As I ambled out the front gate of Lima's Jorge Chávez International Airport and picked out the cab driver with the nicest looking face it suddenly struck me that I was, after all, in Peru. End of semester parties, endless goodbyes to fellow exchange students on their way back to Europe or Mexico and a… Continue reading The Dol Siblings go to Peru

Not Exploring San Andres

"Camila! Quinten! What are you drinking?" asks Señor Salazar. "Something with rum?" I reply, and before his daughter can order he's off the beach, over the road and into the resort he and his wife have been terrorising for a couple of days now. Having an absolute ball, it seems. At the slightly quieter posada… Continue reading Not Exploring San Andres

On Leaving

Since air travel has become a thing, travellers can find all kinds of weird and wonderful ways to culture shock themselves. A flight between the Middle Eastern hubs of Istanbul and Tel Aviv once took me via the icy Latvian capital of Riga. A few hours on a plane can take you someplace where things… Continue reading On Leaving

‘Studying’ in Bogota

This article and photos was first published in the December 2012 issue of Phoebella Magazine as 'Life as an Exchange Student". We’ve just noticed them building Colombia’s biggest Christmas tree in Plaza Simon Bolivar when my housemate grabs my shoulder – “Firewood!” We’re walking home through the obnoxious, polluted rush that is central Bogota in the… Continue reading ‘Studying’ in Bogota

A Lesson in Humility in El Cocuy

"Yeah, I want to go to El Cocuy" "Oh cool! I've never been, but you have to take a guide, it's very dangerous!" "Na, it'll be right" "No you really have to! Last year a group of tourists went without a guide and got lost. They weren't seen for a month, and one of them… Continue reading A Lesson in Humility in El Cocuy