What was really charming and sooo Colombian, was that next to this religious monument there was a market including makeshift bars offering hot panella (sugar) drinks doused in the infamous aguadiente. And it was 10am – a religious experience in itself.
I bought some gloves knitted with little pictures of llamas… yes, I think the altitude and drink went to my head.
Oh, and then, I became a television star… (link coming soon).
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Midst the death of a Stellenbosch winter, torrents of frozen rain pelt the nether regions of Dorp St; where 2 hundred year old neo-gothic buildings and even older oak trees stand as solemn remnants to a social system gone beserk - the beautiful Eleanora, propieter of the Benelli Event & Tapas Bar (and part time German Literature Lecturer/hustler)raises her Italian glass of Polish Vodka (secret stash) - resplendant with apple juice, and, depending whose version you believe, a single red cherry)and famously declares that long suffering, whilst it may even be perversely cathartic, remains, suffering.
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