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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.