Unlucky sheep in the Bucaramanga central market

I walked around Bucaramanga and nearby Giron, seeing what I could see.   I stand out.   Even before I open my mouth,  I don’t pass for Colombian.   Even without my Serbian t-shirt and goofy Colombian floppy yogurt promotional  hat, I’m too tall and the way I walk probably gives the vibe that I’m a bad dancer.

This is inside a church in Giron. I know nothing more.