On my first night in Cartagena I met my guide and translator Juan Carlos Narvarez who turned out to be wonderful. We didn´t recognise each other at first as I had only spoken to him on the phone and seen his photo on facebook and visa versa but optimistically shouted his name and a deep friendly voice answered.
He took me for dinner at Crepes and Waffles where I explained my documentary to him. I was very impressed with his English, despite him explaining that he had stopped studying years ago and at 37 he had lots of energy and enthusiasm to help me and would always find a word to express his meaning even if it wasn´t the first one he was looking for.
We agreed to meet the next morning at 8am sharp at my hostel where we would take the hour long bus ride to Juan Felipe Gomez Escobar, the foundation I have been in contact with in Cartagena. I had arranged a meeting with the Director of the teenage pregnancy programme Leon who had so far been very helpful and replied to my emails straight away.
The next morning we took the long bus journey out of the city to Ternera, which was in complete contrast to the beautiful old town I was staying in. Days later Juan admitted that he had “exposed me” slightly here and for the first time I was seeing Colombian poverty in it´s nakedness.
We arrived to the foundation exactly on time for our 9:30 meeting with Leon. This cuddly faced man met us and led us into his very refreshingly air conditioned office where he told us the story of how Juan Felipe Gomez Escobar foundation was set up. It was a very sad tale.
Juan Felipe was a four year old baby boy who tragically fell from a builing and his death motivated the Gomez Escobar family and his mother to set up a foundation to help save the lives of thousands of other children in need. The family witnessed the lack of resources in hospitals and clinics around the city and hoped to serve impoverished communities like the ones on its doorstep and to improve the quality and access of maternal health care.
Leon himself was responsible for the second objective of the foundation´s intervention model, to train adolescent mothers through the Teenage Mothers Program and the Teenage Mothers Extension Program. And I couldn´t have pictured anyone better for the job than this incredibly empathetic, generous and helpful man.
He explained to us the statistics that helped support the foundations research and told us that in order for the foundation to design a socially committed organization, it needed to study extensively statistics on infant mortality and teenage pregnancy, and to correlate these statistics with global policies such as the Millennium Development Goals. This is when I knew that Leon and I were a perfect match. Previous research I had conducted for my documentary, linked inextricably to what Leon was talking about. The UN Millenium Declaration resolution had eight goals; number three was gender equality along with number five- decreasing infant mortality and number six- increasing maternal health. Leon was my match made in heaven.
After a very long and intriguing interview with Leon, he kindly gave us a tour of the foundation and it was now that I was incredibly impressed with the work they were doing there. There were teenage mothers and pregnant women wondering around all over the place with their baby blue Juan Felipe shirts on and there was a sense of hope and positivity amongst the impecibly clean grounds.
The sun shone through the windows into a room where Leon explained the young women took sex education classes, self esteem classes, sewing lessons, cooking lessons, beauty courses and IT courses. I was so impressed I had to ask how all of this was funded. Leon immediately led us to the entrance of the grounds where there were plaques with lists and lists of companies that sponsored Juan Felipe foundation including well known Colombian banks such as Davivenda, and oil companies such as Repsol and hundreds of others. I was astounded by the amount of support they were getting and suddenly Juan Felipe foundation stood out to me like a sparkling diamond in the rough that was proactively helping the women around it back into education and to a prosperous and hopeful future. I had a moment of clarity. This was what I had come to Colombia for.
A very sad tale that led to some incredibly rewarding and successful work on the part of Juan Felipe Gomez Escobar´s foundation and the work of it´s very friendly and committed staff.
Leon and his colleague then arranged for me to talk to one teenage girl Danis who was 8 months pregnant and another teenage mother Jennifer who had a baby girl.
Both of who had come from completely different backgrounds. Danis was sad that her partner had not stayed by her when he´d found out that she had got pregnant but instead left and decided to have no responsibility for the coming child, leaving Danis nervous about her future and the birth of her baby girl, until the foundation came along.
Jennifer´s story is somewhat different. This strong young woman has a boyfriend and family who is supporting her but explained she came to the foundation when she was depressed about her situation. She is only 17 years old and was shocked when she became pregnant despite being very casual about using protection of which she admits she rarely used with her boyfriend when they had sex. She revealed to us that her father was absent when she was growing up and took the path of drugs. I asked if she regretted getting pregnant at such a young age and she said she did at the time but now she has her little baby girl she doesn´t regret it and interestingly said that her little baby girl now fills a void that her father couldn´t.
“Manana, manana,” seems to be the answer I am hearing a lot here.
I am not knocking Colombian work ethic as I am mightily impressed how hard these people work and the hours they endure. It is not like slave labour or anything. Most Colombiano`s work 9-5 but their attitude seems to be work hard play hard and yet when it comes to their sense of urgency or track of time, there seems to be very little.
I have been trying to shoot a documentary here now for two weeks, conducting interviews and arranging access to institutions and organisations and I have one word for you: PATIENCE.
You will need a lot of this along with a nice little recipe of compromise, co-operation and resilience if you are a journalist in this increasingly difficult country.
Don´t get me wrong the people are incredibly friendly and mostly helpful but there seems to be a lot of bureaucracy and red tape that you have to cut through to speak to the right people who are going to give their honest opinions and not just an institutionalised response to your questions.
And quite honestly my best interviews so far have been me resorting to on the spot journalism in the street or finding ways round the conventional “must do” ways to gain access to speak to people. On two occassions now I have relied on friendly contacts helping me after hearing very little if anything in the way of progress and authorisation from the organisations I have been attempting to reach, including a secondary school, a restaurant and a government institution. The latter of which I knew would be difficult and I asked my sociologist and journalist friend Ana if this was anything to do with press censorship in the country and she reassured me that it wasn´t but more to do with the incredible levels of security this country has and she is right. At every corner I see armed guards and I have become increasingly accustomed to it now.
So one piece of advice when coming to Colombia, if you plan a weeks stay here take two, and if you want to make a documentary in a month, plan, plan, plan well beforehand or rely on incredible friends and helpful strangers. The latter option is not guaranteed but you certainly have an adventure in the process.
Ironically Electric Feel by MGMT came on my ipod tonight on another rather ominous flight in Colombia! I am on a solo adventure to Cartagena, the beautiful colonial city that is a must visit according to my Colombian Lonely Planet.
But the journey to get here was a little scary to say the least. It is only an hours flight away and incredibly the weather is completely different. I had been quite baffled till now, with my first impression of Colombian weather being quite cold as I have been staying in Bogota for two weeks. My resident friends told me this was because Bogota is very high and mountainous hence the weather goes with it as being a little cold and rainy. But Cartagena´s hot stuffy air makes sense as I locate Colombia on the map, lying directly along the equator.
And along with hot stuffy air goes high pressure atmospheres which equal electric storms and lots of lightening which makes sense when I find out that this is hurricane season in Colombia. I should have noted this when I saw images of strong winds in Cartagena crashing down roofs and bending over palm trees on the news the week before. My friends told me not to worry.
So my first solo experience in this beautiful country found me envisaging the front page of the newspapers the next day – “Plane crash after freak electrical storm”.
It was either me or flying through electrical storms was quite normal in Colombia and happens all the time. Now I am no aviation expert but maybe it is normal for planes to continue their journeys onward through tretchorous weather.
So as I listened to Electric feel over and over, in hindsight probably tempting fate, I decided to reassure myself that these pilots fly through storms all the time and are used to the weather here in SA. I hope that was the case anyway!
Finally, I touched down to the welcome of Carribean climate and had to pin my hair back straight away due to the humidity.
I managed to negotiate my way to my hostel with my big back pack and suddenly felt like a proper traveller! I had decided on my hostel via Hostelworld.com which I had conveniently signed up to before I left the UK.
I managed to find a lovely little hostel called El Viajero based in the 0ld town of Cartegena de Indias, immaculately preserved within 13km of centuries old stonewalls, which make this special city incredibly fairy tale like.
This romantic city stole my heart from the beginning. At night couples sit under the spot light of the city walls and look out to sea and the colonial feel with horse and cart riding around really does transport you to a completely unique time and place.
I have just been to arguably one of worlds best restaurants. And I am not exaggerating. Andres Carne de Res was fine down to every last detail and yet it was not the posh ¨best restaurant in Bogota” I was expecting. It was better.
I was told all week that my friend Tatiana and her family wanted to take me to experience Andres and experience it I certainly did as this is not your normal restaurant experience. In fact we arrived at 2pm (Colombian time) for lunch and didn´t leave till gone 7pm!
The place was incredibly authentic from the beginning with fresh strawberries on entry and after an hour of being there I felt like I was in my own conservatory if not a lot bigger and a lot quirkier. With open plan kitchens dotted in between the maze of different dining areas inside/outside, there was an aroma of hearty food being grilled on open fires and fresh ingredients you could see being prepared all around. The food was simple, tasty and traditional and served in rustic non-matching crockery, which I loved.
The atmosphere was simply ecstatic! After ordering our first few dishes, chicharon (which was basically like fresh pork scratchings- incredible) Colombian chorizo and arepas a grand band attended our table and accosted me to join them in a photo as an honorary guest of the house, after singing and playing to “the English girl”. I was flattered if not a little embarassed as one of the hispanic trio grabbed my leg for a rather sexuale photo!
There were also actors and actresses strolling around, posing as affluent guests and the basics of my Spanish understanding was that there was some kind of Alice in wonderland story going on for the kids, suffice to say it was all a little crazy and- quirky doesn´t really do it justice but it was amazingly endearing and I really did feel like I´d stepped into a fairy tale.
The service was impecible as I noticed an awesome amount of staff that were working there. Apparantly between the restaurant in Chia (just outside Bogota) and the one in the city centre there are approximately 1,500 staff members and as we popped outside for some fresh air mid dining, we witnessed another restaurant next door that served as the servers dining area.
I asked if this restaurant was located anywhere else in the world but apparently the owner Andres wanted to keep it unique to Colombia and despite generous offers from multi-million investors he was stubborn in maintaining these two restaurants as the only ones in the world like it and this is why, although feeling like I have just been on an epic journey to some alternate world rather than a restaurant, I am quite confident in stating that this was quite possibly the best dining experience I have ever had.
The decor inside the place was just unfathomable, with trinkets and odd bits and bobs all over the shop this could never be replicated in the same way anywhere else in my opinion. With the popular interior design of bringing the outside in, there were trees growing by our tables that had clearly been there years and years before our table and at night they lit up with fairy lights to create a whole new atmosphere to the day! Suddenly the relaxing cafe music died out and new energetic Latin American music started to drum underneath.
By this point, after various traditional regional dishes such as patacon con queso (like a tortilla with cheese but made from green plantain fried) and hogao (chopped tomato, onions and spices) morcilla (like English black pudding but much better), chunchullo (not quite sure what this was, a little weird), chicharon (the previously mentioned fresh pork scratchings), arepa de choclo (like a sweet pancake with cheese in the middle) and of course the mazorca (which is like corn on the cob barbecued but again better and something I´ve been wanting to try here for a while as they sell it on the side of the road and streets but I haven´t quite been brave enough)!
There was even a gift shop inside, so that mesmerised guests like myself could take a little piece of Andres away with them. I bought my sister a little crafted milk jug with all the Colombian colours painted on and Tatiana completely surprised me with a beautiful frame inside which was the lovely photo we´d had taken after dinner by the resident photographer. I think it is safe to say I will never forget my day at my now favourite restaurant ever, which I noted in the little comment slip our waiter Hussain kindly left us to comment on our time at Andres!
If Andres was my boyfriend he would be perfect: exciting, energetic, a little bit crazy and tastes great!
I am here in Colombia primarily to make a documentary and for ease, safety and financial reasons, I am basing it in Bogota and Cartagena but if I had the resources and time I would love to travel more of this fascinating country. Unfortunately my budget doesn´t stretch too far and I am really travelling Colombia on a bit of a shoestring.
But in light of working hard all week, setting up interviews and securing access to the foundations and people we want to speak to, Tatiana (my friend, host, translator and fixer) and I decided we were in need of some well deserved tourist time.
So this weekend we met up with two of Tati´s friends and marched our way up to Monserrate, basically a church on top of a mountain. But this church dominates the Bogota skyline and as soon as I saw it I said to Tati we must find time to visit it.
The mountain rises to 3,152 metres above the sea level, which is actually higher than where I lived in a ski resort in France for six months. The church (built in the 17th century) sits quaintly on top and is a shrine, devoted to “El Señor Caído” (Fallen Lord). This too is also a location of pilgrimage and can be reached by an incredibly steep cable car, a rather disconcerting aerial tramway or by walking, the preferred way of pilgrims.
On arrival to the top, the views were nothing short of impressive and we strolled around posing for photos and taking in the views of the city.
We then found our way into the church where they were in the middle of a classic Catholic mass service. Apparantly, these go on all day, every day. Those priests must have lots of stamina I think.
This clearly is a place of homage, judging by the sheer numbers of people who flock to the church, either as tourists or pilgrims but both appreciating the significance of this iconic Colombian location. Tati tells me that her sister and brother-in-law got engaged here at one of the mountain side restaurants. I imagine the beautiful romantic sunset that they must have witnessed over the city.
“I am not a Catholic but I believe in God” said Jose, a teacher I interviewed today for my documentary and this sentiment rang true for myself on top of Monserrate. In some ways I felt slightly out of place during a Catholic church service in Spanish but still I felt a certain peace and understanding stood among many faithful, even as a foreigner. That is the beauty of faith, (not religion)- you can be any creed, colour or culture and you can be accepted and loved.
The service proceeded to bless the masses by sprinkling water onto the congregation and whilst I was glad to be showered with holy water I was slightly concerned for the health of my camera at the same time.
The priest and congregation then continued to say prayers in Spanish, as I joined in with the final word, Ame´n and then they took communion. I wasn´t convinced it was right for me to join in with this part of the service, not being Catholic, I think I would have felt like a fraud so I decidedly stepped away and made my way towards the exit. Colombia is a very catholic country.
It almost felt like we were at a fast food restaurant but the religious kind, where the service was like being stood in a fast moving queue and feeling instantly gratified. But unlike McDonalds I did not feel guilty and unsatisfied afterwards. Morelike, contented and peaceful.
On our way snaking down the mountain we stopped off at the Quinta de Bolivar, which is the colonial house and gardens that served as a residence to Simon Bolivar, in Bogota after the war of independence. It is now used as a museum dedicated to Bolivar’s life.
Bolivar was a Venezuelan military and political leader and is seen as hero, liberator and revolutionary who played a key role in Hispanic America´s struggle for independence from the Spanish empire, and is today considered one of the most influential politicians in the history of the Americas.
Following the triumph over the Spanish monarchy, Bolívar participated in the foundation of the first union of independent nations in Hispanic-America, a republic, which was named Gran Colombia, of which he was president from 1819 to 1830. During his lifetime, he led Venezuela, Colombia (including Panama at the time), Ecuador, Peru and Bolivia to independence, and helped lay the foundations for democracy in much of Latin America, with Colombia having the longest standing democratic government in the whole of South America.
I find this very interesting as I read in The City Paper (the only English newspaper in Bogota) that the government are in peace talks with the FARC (The Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia) after four decades of conflict and terror between the revolutionaries and the government.
President Juan Manuel Santos is respected by many Colombians for his international exposure as an economist, with foreign investment at an all time high under his presidency and many admire him for his social vision. His next challenge then will be to sit down with the FARC and have an honest and frank conversation to calm a very old conflict.
We stop off for a quick refreshment, Lulo juice and Limonade de Coco drink, both of which use natural Colombian juices which are truely divine and appreciate Chorro (the oldest part of Bogota) with old colonial buildings and decor.
There are street musicians and comedians here, entertaining visitors and providing a very warm and friendly atmosphere to where apparantly hoards of youths flock. It is the coolest part of Bogota I have seen so far.
We also head to the El Museo del Oro (The Museum of Gold) where I find out all about the ancient hispanic culture. Interestingly, ancient South America was dominated by Shamans and chiefs who were adorned with golden armour and accessories that reflected the sun which was seen as a God. The shamans also wore the jewellery to transform into animals. They believed they were actually Jaguars and would often attack villagers who lived in fear of them. Luckily for me this was thousands of years ago.
Our museum tour guide also showed us some of the main attractions at the museum, a pear shaped type urn that is symbolic of the female body and he said which represented femininity. I asked if women were seen as equals back in ancient times and he said that in fact there were a lot of priestesses and queens thousands of years ago and they actually wielded a lot of power and respect, a fact I found fascinating.
Juan (our trusty bilingual museum guide) then told us about the raft. Apparantly people come to the museum just to see the raft which in my mind was being painted as a huge impressive ornament. It was hugely impressive but it certainly wasn´t huge as I soon realised when we headed into the next room.
The tiny raft approximately 10cm by 15cm sat in a blacked out room and so was illuminated by it´s golden brightness. It symbolises the offerings of gold and emeralds that the people used to drop into the river for the Gods, to maintain a prosperous year ahead.
After we were led into another blacked out room but this time sealed off and our guide politely asked if we were claustrophobic. “A little” I told him, when suddenly I heard ghostly chanting echoing around the room and lights illuminating the gold jewellery encased in the walls and below our feet on the floor. I wasn´t expecting this but it was a welcomed and very authentic experience of hearing the old shamans chant.
On our way back to our friends house we walked around the equivalent of Colombia´s parliament square, with the presidents house, and the equivalent of the house of commons in the centre. Here I felt like a proper tourist!
Finally, our new friends, Sean and Amilkar, decided we had to go to La Calera to see the sights of the city at night on top of the mountain. This sounded a little more scary than our escapade to the top of Monserrate during the day. But when we arrived it was simply better.
A small shacked out cafe perched on the side of the road/clifftop sat there welcoming us to come and try some hot canelaso (a local alcoholic herbal drink which smells a bit funny but tastes great!) A couple of sips later and lots of laughs after, we headed home for an early night.
I never knew how much sight seeing took it out of me.
Rowing round a deserted Island in a dinghy with the one you love should sound like a sort of romantic prospect depending on what floats your boat 😉 but this was an unusually scary and yet liberating journey.
Carlos and I attempted to pump up our boat on dry land before I excitedly set sail with our 3 ft by 5ft rubber dinghy. “We have to row round the island,” I optimistically hollar.
So we set off ambitiously to explore this tiny little island just off the coast of Galicia, north west Spain. And after I accidently tread on a flat fish there is no more swimming for me, I am in the boat and bringing up the rear, whilst Carlos heads up the front (if there is a front to our poor excuse of a marine vessel).
Team work gets us there pretty quickly and we spend the next half an hour arguing about where to dock our ship safely. We decide that we need to explore all avenues of the island to make our decision and head out to open sea right round what feels like our own private rock now.
“We´re drifting,” I say, “Quick turn turn, we´re getting closer to the rock and we´re going to burst our nice little bubble” I shout at Carlos as he carelessly sings Bob Dylan tunes to the wind.
Finally we find a safe-ish place to jump ashore and suddenly the afternoon sun starts to beat down on us and I complain of roasting like a lobster. We realise that where we docked our boat now means it is too steep and dangerous to climb up this rock without ropes so resign and clumsily clamber back into our dinghy and head back to dry land.
I later realise that whilst we felt very much at one with nature exploring our deserted island, counting fish and rock climbing, we were completely on our own and had we fallen and hit our heads we would have been fried lobsters deserted on our little island.
And there lies the beauty of adventurous minds.
I arrived to Santiago at 7am from Madrid and waited for my Spanish stallion of a boyfriend, Carlos for two hours to touch down from London. As I excitedly awaited that familiar face to come through customs I noted the happy faces greeting happy faces at the arrivals lounge and couldn´t help thinking back to the opening scene of the film – Love Actually.
Soon we were off. Carlos´parents and grandmother fondly greeted us and swept us off to Santiago de Compostela.
The cathedral borders the main plaza of the old and well-preserved city, which Carlos´parents insist we explore. Legend has it that the remains of the apostle James were brought to Galicia for burial, although Carlos´father isn´t convinced this is the case but seems to know the entire history of the city and it´s legends.
Apparantly, according to medieval legend, the light of a bright star guided a shepherd who was watching his flock at night to the burial site in Santiago de Compostela. The shepherd quickly reported his discovery to the bishop of Iria, Bishop Teodomiro, who declared that the remains were those of the apostle James and immediately notified King Alfonso II.
To honour St. James, the cathedral was built on the spot where his remains were said to have been found. The legend, which included numerous miraculous events, led to the growth and development of the city and the Way of St. James, a leading pilgrimage route from the 9th Century.
Rewind 14 days and Carlos and I are making dinner back at our student house in Bournemouth. I say: “Can we watch a film?” and Carlos says: “sure, I have the perfect one but you can´t look.” I don´t quite understand what he means but sit down with my dinner to watch his “surprise film”.
A simply wonderful American drama about an American ophthalmologist (Martin Sheen) who goes to France following the death of his adult son, killed in the Pyrenees during a storm while walking the Camino de Santiago (the Way of St. James).
Tom’s purpose is initially to retrieve his son’s body. However, in a combination of grief and homage to his son, Tom decides to walk the ancient spiritual trail where his son died, in an epic adventure that will make you want to donne your walking boots and set off on a journey of meaning and healing.
While walking the Camino, Tom meets others from around the world, all looking for greater meaning in their lives. He reluctantly falls in with three other pilgrims in particular. Joost is an overweight man from Amsterdam, who says he is walking the route to lose weight to get ready for his brother’s wedding and so that his wife will desire him again. He is a warm extrovert who is the first to start walking with Tom. Tom meets others along the way, each attempting to quit a vice or be inspired to achieve and aspire. Certainly the film hopes to inspire one in the wake of mourning and puts a spiritual, footloose and refreshing spin on a sad tale exploring the universal themes of loss, companionship and faith.
I now realise the meaning of where I am and what exactly the meaning and significance of this beautifully spiritual city is.
Over 100,000 pilgrims travel to the city each year from points all over Europe and other parts of the world.
Yesterday was the equivalent of Valentines day in Colombia and it made me realise how much I love this country and it´s people.
It was really nice to see that here in Colombia, it isn´t just an excuse for a commercial holiday but also to show how you feel about someome special in your life.
Now I am slightly bias, as I seem to have fallen in love with the hispanic cultures, the Spanish language and it´s people and this has only been extended now to South America.
However, as my hunt continues to investigate teenage pregnancy and female issues surrounding gender inequality in the country I can´t help thinking how hard it must be to be a single mother on your own on this day.
This evening I met, Julia 19 and her two year old Vanessa on the side of the road, in La Calera (a mountainside cafe lookout point)) over looking the city of Bogota. Sipping canelaso to keep us warm (a local alcoholic herbal drink served hot, which smells a bit funky but tastes great!), we met Julia when her friend offered us some more canelaso (at 5 pesos a cup, just under 2 pounds) to keep us even warmer.
Julia told us she was a single mother who didn´t know her babies father and was quite happy being single. Whilst she was quite happily surrounded by half a dozen female friends, her quietness on this topic when probed further as to whether she had a boyfriend or partner, struck me and her eyes seemed to tell a different story.
Julia is but one of a large number of teenage mothers in Bogota and she was certainly a strong young women and one of the warriors of my documentary but life was clearly still a struggle.
What I am still trying to work out is are these women worse off or better off without men in their lives? Julia seemed to think that the macho culture of Colombia seems to dominate most male social circles and she reassured me that she was quite happy with just herself, her friends, her family and her gorgeous baby daughter Vanessa.
Her love for her daughter seemed inspiring and despite the lack of a father, husband or partner, Julia reminded me of the love you can have for yourself and your spouse.
Here are some more photos from Colombian Valentines 2012:
SOLD out across the country for weeks before the gig, it was almost nigh on impossible to get tickets to see new up-and-coming folk star, Ben Howard, last night in Bournemouth. I now know why.
The 24-year-old singer songwriter, from Totnes in Devon, had Bournemouth’s Student Union, The Old Firestation, transformed; with fans queuing to hear songs from his recently released debut albumn, Every Kingdom, which went straight to number seven in the albumn charts.
Touring till mid December, Ben and his close knit band have been travelling around the country, playing to a close following of fans, some inspired by his flowing folksy rhythms and some attracted to his music and surfing lifestyle.
Tom Farr, 19, came from Portsmouth with his family and younger brother, George Farr, 16, who are both surfers and massive fans: “we’ve been listening to Ben for a few years” , says older brother Tom.
He said: “One of my friends whose seen him live said it’s one gig you have to see before you die.”
“His lyrics are really good, really meaningful and really different, which is quite hard to find nowadays.”
Finally the background jazz/hotel foyer music dies down and the side door opens as the security guard donnes his earphones. Ben enters wearing an oversized white t-shirt, that says ‘All down the line’, baggy jeans and blue plimsoles, with a white ceramic tea mug and guitar in hand. I can see this is going to be for want of a better word, one ‘cool’ gig!
Himself and his three man band, consisting of Plymouth based Holly Bourne and Chris Bond, who are both multi-musically talented, bringing out violins, cellos and maraccas into the musical mix.
Ben jokes half way through, saying: “Wow, the student union in Bournemouth is nice – you guys did well. We played in Plymouth last week and it was a rubbish. Sorry Holly and Chris – they come from there.”
The two hour gig consists of mainly songs from the new albumn including best known, ‘The Wolves’ and ‘Old Pine’ as well as some older Eps such as ‘London’, the band decidedly play for their encore.
In between his amazing guitar tapping, merging chord progressions and incredible vocals, a slightly awkward stage presence makes him all the more charming and when asked what he had for breakfast he recoils and says he can’t remember that far back: “It’s been mental, these last few months have been crazy. Thank you Bournemouth, you’ve been a wild bunch.”
A final sing along with the audience and salute off stage and its over, but I could listen to it all again from the countless videos I took on my camera.
After the show, I catch a few words with Ben and the Band:
Daily Echo: How was it playing in Bournemouth?
Ben Howard: Bournemouth’s cool, it’s been amazing so far. Tonight was wicked.