Welcome to Colombia's weird Willys festival
Jason Barlow heads to South America, where overloaded classic Jeeps do wheelies in the street
Posted: 05 Feb 2014
A microwave oven and orthopaedic mattress sit on the concrete below waiting to join them. You can almost hear the Jeep's venerable springs sigh slightly at the prospect. A young woman sticks some balloons onto the front wings, and blows a kiss to the bloke who's literally on top of it all.
Elsewhere, someone appears to have vomited the contents of their house onto a Jeep. A tottering, vertiginous pile of Colombian bric-a-brac, there's a sideboard, an old record player, a TV, pot-plants, kitchen utensils, a guitar, a bicycle, a rabbit, a small dog on a chair and, at the summit, a picture of Jesus. Surely only divine intervention can stop this lot from collapsing all over the place. Another Jeep is absolutely covered in plantains, an indigenous sort of banana fruit I'd never heard of, but that's apparently available in Waitrose.