There are two conditions British foreign correspondents must meet before they can consider themselves old hands. The first is having one’s work savaged by John Pilger; the second is spending time inside a cell somewhere abroad, preferably somewhere exotic and hot.
It so happens that it was during a trip to sultry Venezuela that I came of age as a reporter and achieved the rare double.
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