Señores y señoritas,welcome in the land of white coffee! A shabby Dash5-propellor-airplane took us from Panama City, over the Carribean, into Colombian territories; the colonial city of Cartagena de Indias to be precise.
It has been a haunting but interesting experience so far. We hadn't left the Airport for 2 hours, or already had little bagglets of "snow" in our hands... TWICE! Which we kindly refused.
Colombia is an exhausting country. Not yet the touristy spot that Costa Rica is and not by far the alienated little country that El Salvador was. The people in the streets seek constant interaction. One can't walk through a street without hearing "¿hola amigo, de donde eres?" or "¿quieres drogas, my friend?" repetitively.
This however, doesn´t bother us the least. We know perfectly how to handle these little akward situations. And there is a big plus: Colombian women are among the finest on the face of this planet. And, even though less attractive, the men are among the friendliest we´ve met so far.
According to the 'Lonely Planet' guidebook, Cartagena might be the best looking colonial town on the continent. For once, they might be spot on!
Sharpening our knives, lighting a fine-ass Cuban cigar. Bring it on, South America, we´re ready to go down in style!
1 comment:
Oh mijn god, ik ben zooo jaloers!!! Belgie stinkt echt!!! ik wil ook terug op pad!!!! Grrrr, ni eerlijk nick, ni eerlijk! (terug aanpasse aan belgie valt me zwaar, moest ge het ni doorhebbe :)) wil hier zo snel mogelijk weer weg (tot groot ongenoegen van de mama) ! doe da nog goe daar .. ni doodgaan e :) kus xxx
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