So Wales has a PR problem when it comes to Colombians, and probably it’s the same in most Latin American countries with the possible exception of Argentina due to the migration of Welsh people to Patagonia mainly between 1865 and 1911.
You can read an article about the Welsh migration to Patagonia at the following link.
Colombia, my current home, has also had its share of PR problems, though in Colombia’s case the situation is different. Colombia seems to be well known around the world, but more often than not for the wrong reasons: Pablo Escobar, illegal drugs, high murder rates, guerrilla warfare and kidnapping. I’m not saying that this bad publicity doesn’t have some foundation, but that Colombia has improved in many areas since I have been living here and that there is another side to Colombia that deserves to be mentioned.
Last year on the way back to Britain for a holiday, I transited through Miami airport, and whereas previously passengers in transit went directly to the transit lounge to calmly wait for their connection, it is now necessary to clear immigration, enter North America, wander around feeling lost and frustrated in search of the way back out to board your connecting flight which is leaving in twenty minutes! All this after answering a collection of ridiculous questions, such as: Are you a terrorist? Are you a member of Al Qaeda? Have you been to a terrorist training camp in Afghanistan? Do you have a bomb in your underpants? One day I would love to say yes to all of them and see what happens. Anyway, back to the story. When it was my turn to look serious, the official looked at my passport and asked where I had travelled from. I replied, “Colombia,” to which he asked me what I was doing there and I said, “I live there.” He looked at me with a face full of surprise, shock and incredulity and said, “Why?
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