Made For Mushrooms

I fucking hate mushrooms. I always have. I dislike the taste, the smell and the texture. Cooked mushrooms are how I would imagine slugs to taste, mushroom soup represents all that is wrong with cuisine and don't get me started on raw mushrooms. It's a fungus! A mould! You're eating fucking mould! There was some [...]

A Very, Very Short Time In Medellín

Sooo… Medellín. Didn't think much of it to be honest but then again I didn't stay here for long enough to give it a proper chance. It used to be the cocaine trafficking capital of the world. It ain't that interesting anymore although you can do a Pablo Escobar tour where they take you around [...]

The Journey Vs The Destination

I've come to the conclusion that there's an extra Insanity Section in the Highway Code that all Colombian bus drivers have to pass before they're granted a license to transport people from place to place. Exercises include overtaking at high speed on blind corners, not slowing down for hazards until the last possible second and [...]

Cartagena Plus A Vat Of Volcanic Mud

There are three obvious types of people in Cartagena; Gringos, cops and dealers. There are others of course, going about their daily lives, but as you walk through Getsemani it seems that everyone wants to sell you cocaine or weed. Um, apart from the cops of course, they just want to stop and search you [...]