Mira, ve! Cali smells of burning sugar cane at sunset, and takes me back to when I lived here almost three years ago. I walked past my old house, the small shack selling empanadas and assorted sweets and randomness is still there in all its shackness. But behind a flourishing business developed: potted flowers of the most incredible kind (the kind that would die in any other climate). And the business centre where my office used to be has lost non of its dubious 70s charme. Cali is Cali, a feeling more than a place, an emotion more than anything else. I note more of its chaos now than I did then. Is there more chaos now, or have I grown more critical, used to other Colombian cities?  ¶ 11:16 PM