Wednesday, 10 May 2006

What’s the time Mr. Wolf?

There’s a bell tower outside my bedroom window. Once it kept time for the small village of Usaquen. Today that village has been swallowed by the surrounding city of Bogotá and now the tower overlooks a beautiful park, cobbled streets and bohemian cafes. During my first few nights I would lie awake with jet lag and listen to the clock strike 12midnight, then 12.30, then teasing me that I was still awake chiming every half hour until 3.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The photos are wonderful! It seems like a world apart from our streets here in Brisbane - what a culture swap. It's the feelings, the smells, the small everyday objects which make a trip spectacular. Morocco did that for me - I will never forget the smells, or the sound of the prayers coming out over the loudspeakers early in the morning and late in the afternoon. Adventures are the reason we are here Candice, the reason for being. I love you. xx