2011

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

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Central America, another trip.

ground again, this time in

Central. View a road after so many days of longing borders on exciting. In Miramar, where he had fallen King Emmanuel, charge a few dollars of gasoline and start with the idea of \u200b\u200bstaying the night in Portobelo. Sincerely not much to see there, except an old fort and the historic building customs, place left for Europe where much of the looted gold and silver to the American continent for centuries and that the incidentally was the place to assemble the tent and saved me a night in a thunderstorm as rarely vi.

Puerto Obaldía had failed to make the customs process for the Rojita so I'd have to do in Puerto Colon. Thither I went, I met one of the ports and free zone world's largest, really big. Among many containers, tanks and trucks of all sizes and colors with small di customs office where I should arrange to enter the country on the bike, paperwork every time I find most unnecessary, because in truth could enter and exit countries without anyone being aware of my presence (or rather of the presence of the Rojita) and not because I strive Hide, comes from me just because I have always to go looking for the place I which serve the papers (to quit) and actually step itself is virtually free , ie, I can spend without anyone noticing that he never joined cast even a eye to the vehicle at the time record and other data. In short, in any manner and for save me trouble with the law, do all the rigmarole, fortunately quite fast, I around the city and went to your tent. I stayed in one of the fire stations in Columbus. Not much to tell of it. The next day I left very early to Panama City without even having a clue what he would do in the city, ie almost no money left to me, just some material to be whether or produce and begin to overcome this issue.

Panama City

say that tell the little Miami, label as wrong as any city moldable with a few buildings tower and a handful of gringo aspirations. The fact is that growth has had and the Panamanian capital the last ten years, as excessive as messy and full of multimillion-dollar investments hands of people like Donald Trump , with the channel and its extension (now) in domestic hands form the perfect cocktail to generate a big bubble of happiness and colored birds. Barrios as Chorrillos, Caledonia Curundú and ask to be invited screams with something other than leftovers and crumbs.

is complicated to talk about the Panamanian society, at least in the capital city, as infected until the foundation of culture Yankee worst of gringo culture. I recommend watching the documentary "The Panama Deception", is just one example of how information was manipulated and the media for a long time the world and people corduroy (which does not mean they do not keep doing it.) Any resemblance to current conflicts and wars is not coincidental.

become artisan

back to what we compete, my arrival in the Panamanian capital a couple of days after landing , he is surrounded by pure uncertainty, only about 50 dollars wallet, some materials in the bag, some skill with my hands and no experience as a craftsman. All this had to leave the mode of travel for the coming months, or rather, until my return home, God knows when.

The first few days I stay home thanks to Gabriel on a fellow traveler of him after that and not knowing it was going to do was to sound out a little old town atmosphere. Right there I met several guys Argentine artisans, two of them, Pipo and Ceci (link hitchhiking to Mexico) spend my birthday, weird birthday by the way, bringing you a very fresh Balboa the hotel terrace where they were staying . The band was completed with Gustavo, Eli, Laura , Yankel and later, Andrew and Tabata.

obligate decided to wear my jersey craftsman, started patching with the very little that had done so far. The patch was held at the Paseo de la Plaza Francia, in front of the embassy of that country and place where it pays tribute to the Gauls to be first to try to build the notorious canal. At times be under the scorching sun and the countless daily showers are to little less than crooked. Banque me like a duke, was to grow cloth to bit and giving me material.

Sometimes I think this of crafts will not work, not going to take me too far , think that if there is no other way to generate income or later earlier this is going quite complicated. Sin embargo always flows, just a matter of being in the moment and place (as if this were not enough and easy.) Among

flat knots, seeds and some other stone, I spent a month in Panama City, doing accounts, taking numbers, was quite positive, I served for many things, adapt to the new pace of travel, a bad digest news, reflect, produce and learn a lot of things about the craft, I could buy materials, I met interesting people and but left the city just as economically as bare when it comes, the balance is very positive.

That month I stayed more exactly the firefighters Arraijan, about 12 kms from the city across the bridge of the Americas. Garnish wrists and necks of almost all the firemen's headquarters, very grateful for their hospitality during the nearly 30 days.

The strange thing is that first impressions to take me the "Panas" was shocking, I had the feeling all the time to be badly treated, ie nothing personal, but simply gestures and modes that are obviously very different. One of these tics, hard to describe in words is a combination hand and face, in that both seem to be saying (at least for the custom Argentina) "with you?", ie eyebrows that rise along with the chin while the hand makes a slight turn on itself, with fingers pointing gun position to the side. I know, hard to explain, a small gesture that made me take a few bad moments early days.

Encounter with the devil

one afternoon, one of many in which the square parchábamos France and while we debated a bit about politics and other herbs, we ended up talking about is not because of Argentina of 90 's, the disastrous neoliberal Menem era and the consequences to this day suffer the Argentines and in some ways, the same fate befell the rest of Latin America. On the highest point of the talk, in the most heated and as we finished the round with some ideas, we fell into a moment of silence, normal after reaching some conclusions. Just seconds later, I look one side of the ride and I come to two seniors, of which one of the two seemed familiar. I look at more carefully when I make eye contact with this person, then I felt a chill throughout the body while I felt like the hairs stand on end. The only thing I managed to tell the boys was "look, talking about Argentina in the 90's." I think the feeling I flooded my was the same as the rest of the group, a deathly silence took hold of the patch. The air was cut with scissors, the nefarious character seemed to notice and certainly accelerated the pace as he liked a drop of perspiration under the weight of knowing they have observed and guilty conscience. Hard Silence a moment longer while Domingo Cavallo moved away and we are left with the bitter taste of having a face to face with the devil, or at least one of his henchmen.

And where is the season?

season, that (at least for me for now) give me the myth that always promises some things at least on economic issues. never stop me yet. In October, promised me by mid November, averaging this month, secured for me in December, reaching new year distrusted and insisted that I was almost starting.

Amid the promise of better times ahead, I left Panama City to El Valle de Anton, a village inside the crater of a volcano, of course, extinct. A super-quiet, cool weather, stop a few days with Andrew and Tabata (link the journey of Andrew). I full production and when he was almost to continue heading north were forced to reschedule last minute and went back to the city. He was a good time to make me some materials and if possible go with some more money. To all this the band was already moving to Bocas del Toro.

I spent another month in Panama City, not bad, in fact, talking productively was perhaps better than the previous month. The last two weekends of the patch growth was clearly reflected in the sale.

Nacho, a Bolivian resident in Panama gave me a great giving me hand in her house there near from the central avenue, near the old town .

Finally, after me materials, some days before Christmas, I was definitely in the City. In Currency, a town halfway stop at customs to arrange permit the extension of the Rojita and found the news that after the third month out of the country would return to receive the mented scrap of paper that says I can be with the bike in the territory corduroy, which I needed.

The next day, after crossing the central mountain range, reaching admiral, port on the Caribbean side from where the ferry to Isla Colon (Bocas del Toro) spent the night in fire, leave the bike there it to return after the weekend and see how do to go to the border, handling the start and after the entry . I had to improvise a little and lying on a tile to solve this whole mess bureaucratic. Sali border unscathed from this mess, and only then with another month of leave, I Rojita to cross the island.

I spent twenty days in mouths and I think the best was be with the mandolin, so much feasting, music and games of volleyball in the sand. I will not say much about the soccer game with the mandolin we did the team that ended the island and overwhelmed with a result that indeed, after the fifth or sixth goal that made us prefer to lose count. Among us in the post-party talks we chose to blame the rain, no grasp of our shoes as well as on the island that the ball does not bend.

course beaches Bocas del Toro just leave you with my mouth open, perfect for snorkeling, see corals, starfish and the occasional manta ray.

All very nice until it rotted all the municipalities, without thinking a lot about the subject and almost no explanation, did not allow us to patch. And without much more to do, we went whistling softly the boys to Puerto Viejo and I, back to the Pacific side, although I had better follow the path of the Caribbean, had a hunch that across mountain good thing I expected.

With no certainty about where exactly was going, I'm out on the road. At the junction of the Pan American in Chiriqui, I decided to implement the ever fruitful technical of "sit-to-side-of-way-to-see-you-me-holds-the-destiny." Parked at a gas station map in hand and see what comes out. After a while, someone comes up to me, about 65 years, a chat, he invited me a bottle of mineral water, I told a bit of travel and other, what I recommended it would be nice to go to Boquete, just that day was starting the Festival of Flowers and Coffee, apparently a very important festival. Got the message that I was throwing the route, I went there.

Making magic

Boquete is a town among the hills, in a beautiful valley on the central ridge at the foot of the extinct volcano Baru. They say and you can actually seen mainly in the environment and architecture, a community of Europeans and some Americans settled here a long time ago now. Today is essentially a tourist site, I really liked, with a pleasant climate, something fresh, with a daub (accompanied by slight wind a very fine drizzle) night almost daily. So with all my energy put into the patch, without thinking too fits me in front of City Hall Park, with the bike and cloth.

A short week I spent there, a week of pure magic, I bought the handlebar, front fender (which broke in the crash in Colombia), the clutch handle and pass, change oil. Also buy some of Tagua (the, by now, famous seed) an Ecuadorian who happened I was there in Boquete.

After the show, I went to another village where I had heard and would be starting in a few days parties do not know what a virgin. There

fell, Bugaba reminded me somewhat to some villages in Colombia, most people. The fire station with all the familiar friendly Pana, again I would stay.

When I say doing the magic, if it were necessary to clarify, I mean those things, or moments that just happen to form, commonly call, magic. I went to the land where the fair would be held the Virgen de la Candelaria stone face and send me to the office of an organization that was boiling at that time were the final preparations and from what I could see, was all pretty far from being ready to boot. Among all the chaos, back and forth with the manager gave the organization, I told him that I wanted to see the possibility of setting up my craft table inside the premises, by myself and I figured the "no" was going to receive to my surprise, I replied "mmm and what kind of crafts do you do?" he told a bit and asked me Please wait. The thing was moving. After a while of waiting me into his office and told me that she liked the crafts, I knew that probably was not in my ability to pay which corresponded to patch and I knew we did to travel and learn. Thus allowed me to enter my cloth every day, only to change that gave him a brace woven into a butterfly. What is said, a lucky guy.

I fell short of saying that the following week was extremely positive. I think it was the best in recent months, sold well, was in a super quiet town, had breakfast every day in a beautiful park in the shade of trees surrounded by squirrels, some birds and also that the goal of joining the money to buy a camera and save something to move the first days in the last Costa Rican economy was more than accomplished. But such as are questions of the next entry.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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The crossing Panama Odyssey. Fifth

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Now if, in Cartagena de Indias was where would it find a way to read and reread many times when he was planning the trip for a while now, it was time to do it myself: crossing to Panama. Now, let's get one thing before moving on, doing this is actually very easy as long as they give a couple of conditions, namely: First, have enough money to not just economically inconvenient and, second, do not have a bike (or any other motor vehicle) on his back which also have to cross. Actually one thing makes the other, if we have the cash no matter whether you have to cross with a motorcycle or a motor home, twine ultimately brings the world to ride, the ticket any gears oiled. As I was saying, as in my case did not give any of the two premises I mentioned, things are complicated, and pretty. I started to go the yacht club and fishing club, where boats usually go to Puerto Colon. Then the prices that outweigh me pull me over, not in my possibilities nor in what seems reasonable to pay me what I asked. Compulsorily dismissed this option, look at the other ports, from where boats merchant, these boats do not inspire me any confidence, seemed to disarm just look at hard.

The days I was in Cartagena I installed in the Fire Station, as it had in Buga a month ago, the location and the good mood of the place was the best option, I end being about five days, step resolved some labor issues would help me a lot financially to what is coming. The walled city, which had a beautiful view from the barracks, I could go to several sometimes very first hour of the day, when there is nobody on the streets, it really is a privilege to do this, walk alone in its streets, feel the history that is wasted here. Late in the morning things change a little, the hustle, the same as any other tourist town flooded the streets, the experience becomes another, very different.

But imponderables arise ...

I left Cartagena with the idea of \u200b\u200bgetting a Turbo in the day, or at least to snuggle up, without a map, much less at this point the GPS was only noted on a slip of paper on which people had to spend to not deviate and ending who knows where. As will be imagined and as much as I strive to avoid it at one point she pifie the road and into a police checkpoint (as there are in all Colombian routes) I realized that I was wandering. This was not bad, were not more than fifteen minutes I'd have to go back, what was that really fulero retracing my steps I put on a truck from behind, that quite asshole (will excuse the expression) had stopped on the road emerging from a curve, the thirty or forty yards that separated the mule output of this curve is not enough to get me to stop completely, the shoulder was not an option, much less spend the other hand, finally, ending sung. It's very funny how in that last second before you hit (or fall in previous cases) I have time to think about a lot of things, and do not talk about spending my life as a movie, nothing like that, I mean I get to think and decide what to do to shock or drop is least disruptive as possible, ie which should not be able to analyze the shoulder, not the other road, to all this my four members did their best to stop the bike (brakes, clutch and changes) as well as thought and settle down to hit as little as possible in that she knew was inevitable. The result: broken fender, front wheel "abananada, broken mirrors, steering wheel on the edge of the break (this time for both sides), broken headlight and front shock absorbers were not playing well. As for me, some scratches and a little pain in the leg. Luckily (not always because I have a little luck) the whole issue was before a little house (the only one who had for many miles), I kept the bike while wearing a fix the wheel, I knew I did not learn more in Buenos Aires, to focus the rim and while he had a basic idea, I encourage to do it myself, had been badly distorted. In all this fuck I was several hours and a few bucks. Still cursing the trucker went back to the road, would hopefully Montería before quitting time. Actually reaches almost falling dusk. Fire again. At this point all I wanted was to be in turbo and try to solve the crossing as soon as possible. The next day, sunrise and tourer routine breakfast: tea, biscuits and some fruit. Four hours and a very bad state road separating me from that port.

From what we mean to cross into Panama?

I can say about Turbo?, Marcelo (motochileros) had warned me that it was a rather ugly, typical port, typical point of departure, place of passage, unbearable heat, dirt where you look, the port has not to envy the stream Buenos Aires (Buenos Aires.). Just get started to walk around where they stop the boats leaving for Panama and the last towns in Colombia. Those who come to San Blas were all on the road, take several days to get back and a good amount out again, there are only that at most reach or Zapsurro Capurganá. Then I sync with the master of Sin Fronteras, Libardo, which tells me that he wait until the next day to tell me if you can load the bike, is expecting a load of merchandise, he says he is ready to work, good data.

Another thing Marc had told me was that I could stop the fire if necessary, there I was. There was almost no place to even put up our tent. The next day, and after analyzing a lot of crossover opportunities, including direct ship to deliver it in Columbus and get into the trail that leaves Acandí (Colombia) to Yaviza (Panama), I confess that it thought it would last, the issue of this second option is that you get through the mountains that are the mountainous jungle of Darien, the worst of this path no matter how difficult the stretch in the field are dangers in this area are indeed certain, paramilitary right-wing groups ... well, not very friendly people to say. While in turbo came to offer me take this road for $ 150 (started asking 400) when I told them I was with the Rojita were sincere and told me the bike move around is impossible.

the Pan American Highway, which links southern Argentina Alaska, is cut to get to northern Colombia to start again in Yaviza, Panama, reportedly the most important reasons are related to environmental issues and preservation of ecosystems, it sounds logical ... until right there. On the other hand there is the issue of drug trafficking, could talk a long time talking about it, the political and economic interests on the control of drug trafficking into the United States is much stronger than any environmental issue and we know that the underground is always better business, which is much better to have the way "cut off" (just business) that open and as you said Calle 13 "share the candy from the piñata." I will not expand much on this issue, all roads always lead to political corruption.

Turbo The second day I was pulling me to swim across, I wanted to go as soon as the situation was very stressful, here and there, by calling some contacts that I had passed and others finding out I was right there, figuring, Chamuyando, pulling lines, all while the sun is to burn any living being is put under its rays. Libardo I confirm that I had the bike for only $ 25 a goal. Slightly faster than did the output process through customs and take the Rojita to Sin Fronteras, I still had to change money into dollars Colombian calculating what still had to spend and do not stay with Colombian pesos to go to Panama. It was Friday, I promised the bike would be in Capurganá on Sunday afternoon, not bad. I confess that cost me much to part with the Rojita, after so many months where you hardly take your eyes off, we became one, quite literally, did everything possible so that we cross together, but the output is quite controlled Turbo (at least merchant ships), not allowed foreign passengers on board the crew of these ships, for a moment, Libardo, realizing that nothing I did not like parting of the bike, I said that effort would take me too. Still, I am inspired enough confidence as I realized that to avoid problems it would be best to leave aside.

early Saturday I take that kind of group are aquatic pangas, took about 4 hours, get everything wet, luckily the bag and the guitar arrived safely.

The emerging landscape Caráquez Bay (Turbo) is striking, the Caribbean on one side and the impenetrable mountains of Darien to the other while the water color change is constant, I lost count a while, but I estimate which have been about 6 or 7 very different colors from black oiled port to an emerald green, through all kinds of brown and blue.

Waiting The Rojita.

In Capurganá frankly is not much to do, in my case just hope that comes with the Rojita Libardo aboard Without Borders. In this village, the light comes at 9 am, cut from 8 to 10 pm and after 2 am again. Meanwhile the best power cut is going to lie belly up in the sand. Assemble a small field tent near the beach and sat down to wait, guitar in front of the sea, and spent hours in my last Colombian people.

Meanwhile, to save time and start negotiating price started talking to boaters to see if it could and it cost me to take the Rojita Puerto Obaldia, where would have to Customs and Immigration of the Panamanian side and I had spoken pests.

Sunday appeared, from afar, Libardo the Sin Fronteras, and with the bike and had almost settled on land transport to the Panamanian side, but only for Monday. I

migration out, spend the last Colombian pesos in some supplies for the coming days, we must bear in mind that these are all quite distant villages and isolated, and often get something as basic as bread or crackers is all but more complicated and given that I did not know when he would get out of the next port and much less even though it was to be on the side road again Panama. Upload

Capurganá the bike was not exactly the best time I spent in this last time, the sea quite rough, the difference in level between the battered wooden pier and minilancha with something more than luck would get me Obaldía, the same weight of the bike and all the baggage ... well, at times imagined Rojita lost in the sea floor. They were the longest minutes at least, this trip. The stretch-Puerto Obaldía Capurganá takes no more than half an hour in running through the beaches of Zapsurro and Honey, paradise itself, water color, transparency that reveals the background perfectly, the color of sand, palm trees ...

Unfortunately I could not stay there, my place of descent was quite different to this. Puerto Obaldía is basically a military base, a small town around, little or nothing to do, luckily there was Internet (expensive) and I could connect a while to notice that for the time came all right. For just a few minutes I was a ship that went to Columbus, I came to ten, but I was not the time to do all the rigmarole and load the bike, a shame. I had to camp a night there, I no longer stand in Capurganá I had not been able to bathe, no water, here less, bathroom was not even available, I summon up patience and wait another day to see if the ship was anchored at the dock out.

Subi you wear.

Indeed

King Emmanuel, merchant ship from Port Obaldía and covers the entire area of \u200b\u200bthe islands of San Blas, had date and time of departure for that day so The Rojita and I did approach, I was told would take about four or five days (which were eventually six) to get to Miramar, a small town to port before Portobelo and from which could go by road.

Emmanuel King is touring the islands inhabited by the Kuna Yala community, originally from these places, keep their language, customs, one might even say that their own laws. Clear that despite this is also invaded by coca-cola, direct tv, mobile telephony and of course the slave dollar.

In one of these islands, as I wandered the aisles, stand in a house to buy something to drink, I expected something like a milkshake, not, some fruit, something that has to do with where we were a handwritten placard announcing "Sodas to 0.50", asked one. I brought a bottle of cola, it seemed a little ridiculous situation, was on an island in the Caribbean Sea where you can easily feel like 200 or 300 years ago and I taking a pep ... there is, in these islands, where you can clearly see American Indian features like few places, typical clothes, its own dialect and where you live in the most precarious (in our eyes) and with the basics, TV, beer, soda and phone cell are not lacking in any home. I came to my mind something I had felt for some months in Bolivia and Peru also moments, ie, that it's all about? Poverty? Culture? Lack of culture? Devastation of their culture in complicity with those affected? It is strange to see things as extreme and dissonant as are some of the things I mentioned (reed huts and sand floor houses a luxurious 29-inch TV), I think the mirrors colors are still the ticket for globalization and consumerism, the disastrous U.S. culture continues to rage in the few communities that still retain some of their culture alive.

back to the merchant ships, to give you an idea, in this area are boats about 12 meters long by 4 wide, ranging leaving merchandise, food and some collect coconuts and bananas leading to Cartagena, Turbo, Barranquilla and Covenas these, Colombian ports.

Every evening anchored in an island Kuna overnight to continue browsing the other day first thing. The Emanuel King crew, like many other merchants that do the same route, is formed by: the boat owner, captain, a cook, a mechanic, three assistants and in this case, the Rojita and me. Spend six days of service for full Caribbean Sea, pure rice, beans, sardines, bananas and fried fish. When I say "pure ..." is literal, breakfast, lunch and dinner was exactly the same menu. While watching the sea and some 365 islands overloaded with coconuts, white sand and turquoise waters, the occasional dolphin every now and then appeared to us and accompanied us for several minutes. I think that whatever cost and I had the days before trying to find a way to cross is amply rewarded browsing.

The last day before reaching the immigration control of the island of El Porvenir, we ran into a storm that was at times quite uncomfortable and tense journey, interesting experience yes, but at that point of the trip (by boat ) I just wanted to finally return to the mainland. We

late afternoon to the Port of Miramar, the sky threatened rain and the town offered very little or would say anything fairer. Again we passed through immigration control, the bike went down to the dock ... and now if the feeling of having gone from being on the other hand, have achieved something less complicated, a kind of satisfaction mixed with uncertainty, with a whole new journey ahead, with much to do, see, live and with very little in my pocket ... well, the issue of money will now happen to be central But that and some other things but you count them in the next entry.

Monday, April 25, 2011

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depth to the Caribbean ...

Bogota and vicinity.

Reach Bogota con algunos problemas con la tarjeta, casi sin plata en el bolsillo y desencontrandome con Daniel (Derozo), un viajero con el que me había comunicado. Por suerte, Ale (Alejandro3030) en seguida me contacto con una amiga que me salvo de pasar una noche vaya a saber donde. Había llegado casi oscureciendo a la capital y como en todas las grandes ciudades, esa no es una buena opción.

Ya al otro dia de casualidad termine hablando con Mauricio (Mauro-Colombia), digo por casualidad porque yo estaba seguro que él estaba de viaje por Mexico en ese momento. Me dio una gran mano, esa semana me quede en su casa mientras esperaba que se solucionara mi problema con la tarjeta at that point I brought more problems than anything else. Anyway, my savings were nearly exhausted and thus would soon only a memory. In Chiquinqura visit the "cathedral of salt," salt mine would say in reality, which in former mine tunnels was an entire set scenographic (very well made about the lack of intervention) on to Catholicism. Something different to do although no longer a tourist attraction.

In Villa de Leyva was the last one evening, mind a thousand times that the camera has stopped working, is one of those towns to photograph from all angles, cobblestone streets, a particular architectural style as in many Colombian towns.

I remove the desire to buy the guitar, do a bit of memory, which suit buenos aires split into several pieces in Bolivia after the fall before reaching Tupiza in Chiquinquirá there are many manufacturers instruments, very good and cheaply, another very red for a traveling companion. Happy with my new purchase, (I guess later is going to be a good source of income) I went to San Gil. They say is a good place for extreme sports and adrenalin these issues, the truth that end and waste of adrenaline I have my journey, stop to rest a few days and then yes, I had nothing else to do but give it right up to the Caribbean.

That night, like the previous two tent arm stations, this time in Black River, a village on the outskirts of Bucaramanga, and out of Bogotá, the rush to get to northern Colombia and begin to take shape crossing Panama and was a flower skin. Start early, at 6 am and had to go fully armed, drive all day, almost ten hours, there is little to stop and see, just for lunch, refuel and stretch your legs every so often. Peoples (Near the border with Venezuela), I did not like too much, best I could do was continue to accelerate.

Far North.

Two storms I endured that day, one in the morning and afternoon, that kind of rain that sudden intense not need more than five seconds to leave me completely soaked.

After a little over seven months was coming to himself Caribbean Sea, this may be just a detail but it is nevertheless an important moment, reaching the northern tip of South America ... it is not enough, this question I had a little reflection as a kind of inventory of moments and situations, as advance balance and perhaps inevitable.

rodadero I stayed in a pretty tourist beach, near Santa Marta , the last place allegedly was THE place to visit in this area, frankly I do not like anything, not if it is my sense of wonder comes a little overwhelmed, maybe this feeling I've been having trouble, do not know. I spent several days at this beach if it was worth a little tanned, then I wave to the artisans who were stopping there, I could not miss Argentina, one from Cordoba who was hanging around a year ago. A crazy Buenaventura gave me a clip round tip for laburar wire and said "no clip and wire craftsman this shit plots, has" the gift and made me a nice gesture

thought to remain until the other weekend in the rodadero, but things got murky with police first, because without my account passes twice the street from the beach (where was the sentry box) without a helmet, it is not in use, if not every morning at breakfast in a bakery wi-fi I had two blocks, then whenever I passed that stage to get closer as the sand was very short I forgot to put it on a boludez, but I got caught twice. The second was that long balls were swelling with the artisans. I had three options, to flee from the police if trying to sell something, bribes (it was what they wanted) or send me to move. Obviously I chose option three.

done this, Barranquilla was the next station, I had connected Carolina, there would stop a couple of days, I needed to do some things to the Rojita, the rear wheel had virtually broken ball bearing, adjust and clean up some chain and it was time to do oil change. The heat makes in Barranquilla is mortal, is as strong as sudden rain, this alternation was waning a little overkill of the sun. I would have liked to share a few more days to Carolina, my new friend Barranquillera but unfortunately and on television, at that moment in time I was very tyrant so I had to leave for Cartagena, where he once would have to begin to resolve this question of crossing over to Panama ... but that, that'll tell you in the next entry.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

What Is Pooping A Lot A Sign Of

Medellin ... but we can tell medal! Say

The next destination was Medellin, from Manila had two choices, go for the Pan-American

about two hours of journey, route in good conditions, without much shock or rather put me on mountain roads and visit some people ... there was not much to think about, obviously I chose the second option. Life in the villages of Colombia has a very special, different from Peru or Bolivia, so if it's similar to these two countries is how much we live the street, public space, but particularly here is that this life is much more sociable, more sharing, more bars, taverns, pool, men in particular has a strong presence in public life, with its inevitable hat,

sometimes on horseback, or by taking a red wine and chatting at a bar table. The architecture and layout of these people contribute a lot to create this atmosphere is the perfect setting for this mode of life. Towns like Neyra, Salamina, Aguadas Aranzasu and fit well with this description.

Medellín, city of eternal spring, the countries of beautiful women ... could be a long time beautifying this city, is simply that I loved ... the climate, architecture, food, friendliness of people, women (although I have to say that in general is beautiful at times superficial, plastic ... looks and queens might say);

is nowhere near what one might think a priori of this city, clearly one of ignorance leads him to think first in the Medellin Cartel, the well never weighted Pablo Escobar, drugs, murders, kidnappings. Last time you could say, the transformation that "suffered" Medellín in the last fifteen years surprises and strangers (like me), the sense of country ownership is enviable, it can be seen especially in parks, public space , in the subway (it has more than fifteen years and it seems that opened last week), the city itself, treatment of people, the country really feel proud of where they live and above all ... I care.
Of course not everything is rosy, all cities show their best side to tourism while hiding the dirt under the rug, despite everything mentioned above, Medellín is not exempt from the evils of all large cities, drugs, violence, exclusion and everything that comes with that addition, the special thing about this city is this transformation that made you stop being a place dominated by these evils to advance to control and move even to be an excellent model example of urban planning. It is the impression I take away from this city after giving a few turns, cross it and find out a little of the urban situation.

sebas Loko and Mauri had baptized me in the messages we had crossed, the traveler paisa where I stayed and got into town just took me to a party where the liquor Antioquia nothing short of stunning me ... good way starting with Medellin.
I get used and I quickly locate within the city, very organized, well marked, many high quality public spaces, enjoy much Medellín, also from my side of architect.
With George, first we went to another traveler paisa do parts of the city, and later with the same mauri in around the center.

After a week of rest in the most beautiful city (with the exception of Buenos Aires, of course) in South America, turned again to the path. Three hundred miles separated me from the capital, had no thought of doing so in the day, there were some places and people to visit. Guatapé for example, a reservoir area dominated by a giant stone, but eh giant, should have about two hundred meters high, monolithic, they say fall (¿?). space As if one stone was not enough, the incredible landscape surrounding a small lakes that are all together Guatapé reservoir. I stayed several hours worth

be just contemplating such immensity, so much beauty. To all this, my camera was restarted in Medellin after more than two months so I could portray all this a bit.
I left when the evening fell inexorably over me again to deal with gas stations, finish assembling tent on a toll station when it was at night, it rained for several hours.

Carmen (actually Carmenza, but always I shortened the name) had written me a few days before telling me that was a few days in La Dorada, a town full

pasturelands on the Magdalena River, hot place if is their way to and go to Bogota, was happy to meet her and her sister Maria Helena (two chatty parrots the words of the very Mary Helen), his nephew Juan Felipe and Carolina friends, beautiful people with whom I shared a couple of days but with which I immediately had a lot of affinity. With them went through La Dorada and Honda, the latter being a very important town in what was the liberator of Bolivar, but very little known and promoted for those visiting this country. It is a small town full of history really worth knowing.

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country almost a month had passed, unconsciously he was beginning to feel the trouble and anxiety for crossing to Panama, a kind of fear of the unknown of how to do it, how would the trip after being on the other side of the Darien Gap. In some ways I think this situation will not let me fully enjoy the last few weeks in the coffee country.