This woman grills meats and corn on the main square. Sam claims she nets thousands of dollars a month based on each stick costing her about 400 pesos and selling for 2000 pesos. (1900 pesos = $1). I’m now convinced … Continue reading
Category Archives: Colombia
I doubt I have ever stayed at a hostel for a whole week. I am not such a youth hostel fan and I am too restless to stay anywhere for too long, but it was a perfect storm of events … Continue reading
Sam’s VIP Hostel’s location is so good that when a presidential candidate spoke in the main square, one of the army’s snipers hung out in the balcony. All of us were so busy taking photos with him, he might have … Continue reading
Last year in a flea market, but more literally called a garbage market, in Budapest, Hungary, I bought a bunch of soccer stickers/cards from the 1990 World Cup. I brought all my Colombian ones with me and randomly gave one … Continue reading
Andrew, Iris and I went took a van north to Arcabuco to catch a bus to San Gil. I lent sunburnt Iris my hat, but she lost it almost immediately. I had been around the world once or twice with … Continue reading
I got crazy sick from eating or drinking something bad. I don’t suppose I need to go into great detail about it, but it had the telltale symptom of having a rotten egg/sulphurous smell every time I burped. The staff … Continue reading
In a hostel dormitory my habit is to put my camera and extra money and papers–even journals and address books no one in their right mind would want–inside my bag and lock it while away for the day. Meanwhile, my … Continue reading
I was sitting in the huge, atmospheric, sparse main square in this pretty colonial town, minding my own business, when two identically dressed girls came to me. They were walking around with open bottles of rum and little cups, promoting … Continue reading
This is my 4th time in Colombia and 5th in South America. I was last in Colombia just one year ago. I stayed with a CouchSurfing host, Mauricio. He already had a young German traveler visiting, Mark, so I am … Continue reading
