Saints, Sinners and Masons. A Trip into Colombia’s Heartland

“As they sailed down to the coast the river had grown more vast and solemn, like a swamp with no beginning or end, and the heat was so dense you could touch it with your hands.” Gabriel Garcia Marquez – The General in His Labyrinth. My chosen fighter lay breathing its last in the cement Read more about Saints, Sinners and Masons. A Trip into Colombia’s Heartland[…]

Pender Island: A Personal Journey

The Apple Tree on Newport Ave The neon sign is switched off but even without its garish blue and red illumination reads OPEN out to sea. To me it’s backwards. Today it’s redundant as all of the café’s patrons have arrived by car along the surprisingly hilly and well-paved roads of Pender island. My grandfather Read more about Pender Island: A Personal Journey[…]

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