Bogota’s British Cemetery
The drizzle envelops us in Bogota all too reminiscent of a dull October morning in London. As the grey clouds obscure the ridges of the Cerros Orientales, the telltale pines and eucalyptus vanish, and you could be almost anywhere but for the thin oxygen, the red transmilenio buses and towering billboards of Aguila girls.
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Thank you for your comment Mike, many also settled in Venezuela...I believe very few went home. There is a school of thought among... -
I have read about the Albion group, but never heard any follow up. I really appreciate this article.

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