As December approaches, so does my departure date to go home to Hawaii for Christmas. My America Latina trip is coming to an end….And as is life, just when you are getting ready to close up one chapter, something amazing happens…
I still remember walking into the Bogota hostel, dropping my bags in the courtyard, throwing on my jeans jacket (brr its cold in Bogota!) and taking a deep breath. “I made it!” I cried out, as Scott sat across from me coolly smoking a cigarette and looking warm in his grey beanie. I slumped down in my chair, all smiles, and said “Well, I havent slept in 36 hours and its Saturday night… lets start drinking?” Obviously, I wanted to start off my first night in Colombia right.
The part of this story that I havent told already, isnt about last minute jet setting to More >
“Some places in this life are like heaven on earth, so fantastic you cant even imagine its real, like in The Beach with Leonardo Dicaprio…Punta Gallinas in Colombia, is one of those places”. Taylor’s and my jaw dropped. We slowly turned to one another. Is this the Lonely Planet we are reading? How can they just say that? Either someone paid them off to write that or this place really is worth seeing. BUT there is a catch. Its really hard to get to. ” We dont care, we love adventure!!” we said, and just like that, we were off. We packed up our stuff and shuffled out to the road in the hot, humid heat. Within 10 minutes a little red bus with bright silver embellishments and torn up seats slowed down enough for us to leap on. With the bus moving again at full speed, we stumbled down the bus More >
We were also ready to get away from some of the more touristy stuff…like the mud volcano that seemed like such a good idea at the time..
Lets just say there was a whole lot of people in some goopy mud, an Australian couple groping each other behind us and some eager old Colombian men insisting that the massage is included in the $1 price….
So we hopped on a bus to Santa Marta and then went up a little further, asking to get dropped off on the side of the road so we could walk to a “surf camp”.
As we walked up the dirt road we decided that we could avoid the cost of renting the surf boards by offering More >
How to get valuables robbed in Colombia…and then get it back!! (Get in a high speed car chase, of course)0
Today was crazy…. !!!!!!!!!!! Theres no getting around those exclamation marks.
Ok, let me backtrack for a moment. Visiting Scott was an amazing idea. We partied like rock stars but then Scott left and I stayed in Bogota for like 5 or 6 more days…So I switched it up: Went to hipster art exhibits with the Colombian DJs, went to book stores and talked about life with an Australian telenovella (soap opera) star, watched stereotypical drunken obnoxious American and Irish backpackers move into my hostel and get drugged and robbed or put in taxis that were going to the other side of town by angry Colombians (ya that was a little intense), laughed really hard with new friends teaching English abroad, and kissed who I wanted to a few times and you know what, it was awesome! Then a solo traveler More >
“So was it worth it?” I kept asking myself as I sipped on my free international flight whiskeys and Chilean red wine. Then I got to Bogota, jumped in a taxi and met up with my lovely friend Scott….so once again…was it worth it??
Just look at that face!!!
As sleepy as I was after getting off the plane ( I couldnt sleep with so many movies on demand available; Do you have any idea how much I have to catch up on after being down here for so long?!), as soon as I got to the hostel we switched into party mode. We bought a bunch of beers, filled up on coffee with baileys and made party plans with American English teachers we met in the hostel. The next few days were a huge blur of clubbing at a place called Radio Berlin, Scott being chased around by Gringo-hunter Colombian girls, More >