One more step forward in Colombia

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In early November a senate committee in Colombia passed a bill towards the legalization of marijuana for medicinal purposes. There’s still some way to go before this might actually become a reality, but it’s one more step forward in Colombia on this issue. I find myself asking the question: “What would the marimberos of yesteryear think of all of this?”

El Heraldo Senator Juan Manuel Galan drinks his coca tea provided by Roy Barreras. Courtesy of El

A sit down with the Bogotá Writers

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Creative writing has hardly ever been my forte, I am a journalist by trade and therefore try as best I may to stay within the limits of creativity as defined by the facts of the story as it is delivered or suggested by a source, so, it was a great pleasure some weeks ago to be invited to participate in a sit down and feedback session with the Bogotá Writers. I suppose these groups exist all over the place, but this was my first time participating in something of this nature and how exciting to know that something

Jumping from the Tree

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Mompos

Jumping from the tree

With temperatures routinely tipping the mercury to 35 degrees well into the evening in Mompos, it comes as no surprise that some take to jumping from the trees into the river to cool down.

Were I not closer to 40 than 30 I may just have participated on one occasion or two, but then I remember watching one such boy jumping from the old Customs building in the Plaza de la Concepcion and receiving an unpleasant shock.

Hidden just beneath the

The Footloose American: Did you know Hunter S Thompson Travelled Colombia?

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I won’t lie, as a budding journalist I long harboured a desire to write in a gonzo fashion such as was made so irreversibly famous by the late Hunter S Thompson. Holed up in my rented room in Washington Heights, my Dominican family and neighbours would wonder what it was that I actually did for money. Each day Kirsy would head off to the Pollo Campero chicken eatery in Queens and toil, raising money alone to ensure that her son Raymond would grow up right. He dreamt of playing baseball, although I think he was more skilled on