January 2015
Columbia and Nicaragua
Medellin
For some unbeknownst reason I decided the fecking longest
possible route to get to Medellin, Colombia. I think getting to Gustaf’s Crater
on Mars would be quicker . Abu Dhabi-Dubia-Washington-Houston-Managua-Panama-Medellin.
To get back to Abu Dhabi I am walking.
Now my three loyal readers will know that Dave, my buddy and
son I always wanted have met up in Yemen, Germany, Nicaragua, Spain and now
Colombia. Actually I have four readers but this one is some weird guy in China
that keeps sending me selfies (I hate that fecking term) with him naked with a
Panda. Always great seeing Frankie Jr as I call Dave and will see him in Nicaragua in March.
Medellin is great,
perfect weather (although currently hot), cheap, safe, nice people and the
amazingly gorgeous Canadian accountants that come here.
First few days was fighting jet leg but once I got my mojo
back which is to say back to having no mojo I started going out a bit. Down to
Plaza Botero with its fat arse sculptures and then the hustle and bustle of the
down town traffic, vendors, market (the local produce looked great). I have
been tracking expenses and buying everyday items and eating out, local
transport and pretty much everything is cheap here.
Dave is on a bit of a working holiday but hoping to meet up
later and check out some more craft beer, local music and perhaps watch (and I emphasize
watch) a salsa show. Wait, that will be after the craft beer, ok that means to
go participate (and I emphasize participate) in a salsa show.
Feck, I accidently formatted by card with the pictures. I am
such a dumb ass. Not a big issue not like I reformatted my memory but age is doing
that slowly.
I need to think this inner city living. This place is noisy
but I guess any large city would be. There someone practicing scales and I tuba
before. That was a first.
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