Articles by Blown Periphery

The jungle east of the Andes, following a tributary of the Rio Caqueta. Day One. The first part of the journey was relatively easy, almost enjoyable. It was good going on the banks of the [more…]

The jungle east of the Andes near the Ecuador Border. They were waiting in the jungle at the side of the track, the usual fighting patrol of eight Colombian Alpha troops and two Green Berets, [more…]

Bogotá Edge was late for his weekly meeting with Charles Medwin. It was around ten days instead of the usual seven, but he had been busy, as they all had. Edge was determined not to [more…]

St Juan de Pasto Main Operating Base Edge was getting drunk.  They all were.  Rivera heard their cheering and whooping from the command tent and Martinez smiled at her. “Boys will be boys,” he said [more…]

Rivera was scrutinising slides from imagery taken by the U2 the previous night. They showed the defensive positions around the buildings more clearly than the day’s batches. She had been absolutely right regarding the third [more…]

Terrible events seldom happen out of the blue. They are the result of a trail of mishaps that culminate in disaster. A trail of mishaps was enacted in the southern border area of Colombia, the [more…]

Edge was in the jungle, part of a team monitoring the Putumayo River crossings, when Rivera next visited the Green Berets’ Main Operating Base. Martinez was standing on the pan, watching the Cessna Caravan taxi [more…]

The modern government buildings were located in a new office block off the Avenida Calle 82. Edge was one of the first to arrive and found it shut, so they decamped to a coffee house [more…]

There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest. ― Tahir Shah, House of the Tiger King: The [more…]