In the fine tradition of taking two seemingly completely different cities and making you realise that they’re not that different after all, in this post, I plan to use my amazing powers of obfuscation to confuse you so much that you won’t know your Seoul from your Bogota. There are some fairly mundane and uninteresting […]

  –> Colombia Dolar (TRM) <– Some, lazier, countries (here’s looking at you, Oz – c’mon admit it: “barbie” because “barbeque”‘s too long to say?) think the word “shop” refers only to a structure with a door, counter, register – all that kind of thing. For a Colombian, though, this concept can be interpreted much, […]

Salento Mirador

So, I don’t know why, but I agreed to go on a trip to the coffee triangle with the adopted little brother I never wanted. Being Australian myself, I should’ve realised how annoying and uncouth my countrymen can be, but, I’m fairly notorious for making poor judgements (apart from going to Colombia, of course), so […]

  –> Colombia Dolar (TRM) <– I don’t know if it’s because of my quiet aspirations to be a housewife, or just that I don’t like getting up in the morning, but I’ve always been fascinated with the phenomenon which is daytime TV. There’s something possibly apocalyptic about the terrible soaps, commercials about life insurance, […]