Yes I Live in Colombia. No, I’m not a Coke Fiend

One tires of the smirks, the knowing glances and the telltale finger tap to the side of the nose that inevitably greet your revelation in the pub in London that you live in Colombia. How incredibly dull to have to justify my lifestyle in South America and explain to pub acquaintances that I am not, Read more about Yes I Live in Colombia. No, I’m not a Coke Fiend[…]

The President and I

I attempted in vain to move my blazer hem over the mayonnaise stain that now marked my lower crotch on my beige chinos. The President offered his hand: “Thank you very much for your company today.” He did not appear to notice. What a relief. Given the limited space on Colombia’s Presidential jet, I was Read more about The President and I[…]

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