The engine of our little tuk-tuk is squealing with exhaustion as we judder up the final hill. Here, the ancient paving stones aren’t joined as neatly as they are in other streets, and we bounce over the gaps until we reach the hacienda where my friend is staying.
Tuk-tuks are mainly associated with Asian countries, but I’m on the other side of the world in Barichara, hailed as Colombia’s prettiest town. Its hills pose a …
