Times of Trouble: An Existential Crisis on a Colombian Highway

The thermometer on my dashboard reads 82 degrees Fahrenheit, my air conditioning is on and we are cruising along comfortably. My preferred grunge tracks keep me on course taking in effortlessly the curves of Colombia’s Route 45A, the thudding syrupy baselines transporting me to Seattle although we are hugging the two-lane highway journeying from the Read more about Times of Trouble: An Existential Crisis on a Colombian Highway[…]

The Avenida Caracas

A Walk in Bogotá’s Siete de Agosto

The yellow zapatico taxi cut me off turning right on the Carrera 11 in Chapinero. No indicator right – sin la luz naranja de su direccional prendida – he was furious with me for taking the corner slowly. I flicked him the bird, as rebellious as one gets in the family Volvo estate in response to Read more about A Walk in Bogotá’s Siete de Agosto[…]

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