I watched my friend trotting off into dense rainforest on the back of a mule who was clearly speeding up, the bridle with no bit offering next to no control, and felt the laughter bubbling up. It was the final scene in a series of verging on the absurd moments we'd witnessed in the last …
An encounter in Quito
“What do you think of the situation in Venezuela?” Fernando asks conspiratorially, in Spanish, only minutes after we meet as neighbours on a warm stone bench in Quito’s Plaza Grande. Prepared only with basic phrases, and with a combination of jetlag and altitude sickness, my answer was hesitant. “Es complicado…” I try, and he smiles, …
Nina Pullman 