Glaciers and deserts tangled up with the loudest music and broadband jungle life. My scale of things didn’t work in Colombia. The river feels like a sea. The jungle looks like a single row of trees under towering skies. Life gets its glasses fogged up by uncut nature and spawns magical realism. Macondo is more real than you thought. You’re told stories of eagles stealing chicks and hens instantly learning to fly to chase after them, “esa era mucha gallina”. Or how a dog cured its owner of a high fever by sleeping on her bed and dying for her. “You should always keep an animal at home to take away your misfortunes”. You believe it.