' (un)certainties: February 2013

Monday, 18 February 2013

Fire at Los Pinos

Santa Marta is a wash of shimmering lights tossed across the distance. From here the city seems further than the stars, which are pressed against our backs. The fire is gentle and we are comfortably braced against the chill of the night.

Emma and I arrived here by misadventure. A serious bout of food poisoning sent us through the deset and back, eventually, to recovery in Santa Marta. From there the grapevine took its course; notes were passed and after a brief stay in the hills of Minca we headed once again into the mountains of the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, a name in our pockets.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

The Tree of Love in the Centre of the World

We are on our way back from a five day trek to the centre of the world and the six of us, bewildered, are stood in the bowels of an eight hundred year old tree. The jungle, oddly, has fallen quiet, as has our guide Miguel. When he does speak his voice is so soft that I strain to catch his words. Luckily Klaus, a forty-seven year old art dealer-cum-Adonis from the Austrian mountains, has perfect Spanish.