Last Update: Oct 2, 2019
Back from about 4 weeks in Colombia. Many people seem horrified as to why I would go to such a place.
To be honest, I never once felt unsafe, I found the people friendly, even some street vendors from Venezuela who were living pretty rough.
It seems I will always be up with the birds no matter where I am, it was no different in Colombia. Out of my hostel room in Santa Marta, early one morning and out onto the patio, I was greeted by 4 scruffy looking youngsters, maybe about 18 -20 yrs. Looking around I assumed they had slept the night on the patio.
After decling their offers of purchasing some cigarettes from them, I said coffee, They had no flask, but one dashed across the road to another street vendor and came back with a cup of black coffee.
" De donde eres? one asked. I told him Australia. they toyed with the word for a bit, finally I said "Australiano". " ahh canguro" and a imitation of hopping, and so began an english lesson. Sort of.
I have always thought that Michael translates to Miguel, not so, according to them, it is Mihcal. Maybe it is the phonetic?.
For about an hour we were exchanging words, and having a laugh about our different pronouncations, with the town coming to life I had to other places to be, so I left them with 10,000 pesos, so, they at least start the day with something in the kitty.
They accepted it but, it had to be recpricated, and so I was being offered other things they had. I accepted some wrapped lollies, after being promised they were not laced with drugs. :-)
As I left to continue my day, I was thinking who supplies these kids with the products and materials to sell on the street? a shop owner?, or a bigger organisation?.
Now back at home and reality, I think how lucky we are to have opportunities, but perhaps we are not always so grateful for them, as those who receive small tidings to help them through their day.
Good that you enjoyed yourself and were safe. I think we tend to make judgements about places because of the media, they blow it all up out of proportion. Often the reality is that only a very small area is affected and in the main, the country and people are fine.
Its good that situations and places can make us stop and think about what we have and the opportunities that come our way.
Its a reminder to be grateful for what we have.
Glad you made it back safe. I feel safer in other countries than I ever did in America. I lived in an upscale neighborhood just northeast of Memphis and have been robbed at gunpoint 3 times, had a Trail Blazer truck stolen, and a juiced-up Trans Am stolen.
These Memphis morons moved my convertible Mercedes and stole my '79 Pontiac Trans Am. I had a kill switch on it so they made it about 30 yards and the kill switch cut the motor off.
So glad I moved to Ukraine. I would rather deal with Russians and war than have to put up with Memphians. Kyiv is 10x safer than any big city in America. They punish criminals. America coddles them.
Holy moley! Rough neighborhood. Stay our of trouble....or at least don't get into more than you can handle in Kyev.
Kyiv very, very safe. Memphis wasn't voted one of the worst 3 cities for crime in America for no reason. And most does not even get reported because the cops are just as bad.
I think most if us are to quick to judge life in other countries. Sounds like you're having a ball Michael. All the best.
Very true. Something about that place that makes you want to stay. I am home and feeling home sick. lol.
Maybe I just had too good a time.
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I am writing a blog on grilling in Colombia. If you would pm .e about the grilled foods you ate I would be very interested in what you had to say.