SubscribeThe food court at Panama International Airport was like a service road on a North America highway. Fast food and lotsa fries. I chose a snickers and a coke while people watching and hoped for a decent meal during the flight. When I saw the foil bag my heart sank and when I unwrapped the fare I had one thought in mind. I wonder if they have any tripe?
Archive for the ‘Colombia’ Category
Oct
4
Bogota, CO (- kms)
I went to high school with a guy named Cory W. It was the first time I had heard from Cory since when he sent me a message months back. Several days ago he mentioned Monserrate as a must see while in Bogota. I never knew Cory to use the word “breathtaking” before and it surprised me, but at the end of the day he was bang on. That was the only way to describe the view …and I was glad he had made the recommendation.
Oct
8
Bogota, CO (23 kms)
At times it is difficult to know where everyone in the hostel is from. There are varying accents, some speaking fluent Spanish and others muddling through with me. Almost alway the second question after the introduction is “where are you from?” but in this case it wasn’t necessary. Can anyone spot the two girls from the Netherlands?
Oct
6
Chiquinquirá, CO (137 kms)
I had just finished packing the bike when a couple emerged from the hostel across the street. Asdrubal and Angela are a friendly couple who live in Medellin and were in town for a bike service. They had also lived in the northeastern United States and Angela who hails from the Dominican Republic and I had more then motorcycles in common.
Oct
9
Cimitarra, CO (230 kms)
Growing up in Canada it was not uncommon to grab your winter coat from the closet in the fall, reach into the pocket and find money you left there in the spring. It’s a great feeling. Finding something that was a total surprise. I intended to cruise right on through Cimitarra on my way to Medellin. Poor navigating put me there in the late afternoon and the surprise this fall was this little town.
Oct
1
Cimitarra, CO (- kms)
The weather was good again today and I hopped on the bike for a ride outside of town. The sun was shinning, the weather warm and the mountains on all sides and I thought, this looks a lot like riding near the foothills of the Rockies in Alberta. All except for the palm trees.
Oct
6
Cimitarra, CO (- kms)
I had seen it before on television and after watching Fabian E effortlessly throw the net into one of his fish ponds I thought it would be a piece of cake. I grabbed the net, slung it over my shoulder gave it a Cy Young toss towards the pond. That’s how I saw it, but the camera recorded a Tim Wakefield knuckle ball that tangled up and landed with such a splash it nearly emptied the pond.
Oct
1
Cimitarra, CO (- kms)
The deadly slow internet has made keeping up difficult and I was desperately trying to find a baseball score. Unfortunately Columbia is not a baseball country and the sport of interest is no real secret. No internet also gave me some extra time to play the National sport with new friends and I found how passionate Columbians are about football.
Oct
2
Cimitarra, CO (- kms)
The heavy police presence in Cimitarra had been building for days. It was the eve of the elections for Santander, the area of Columbia that I was staying and as a precaution the military and National Police had been deployed to the towns in the area. It was apparent that football was not the only thing Columbians were passionate about.
Oct
4
Cimitarra, CO (- kms)
There was a lot happening for a Monday. The election celebrations were in full swing and the streets were filled with part time political pundits discussing the results. The green uniforms of the military were still plentiful but they were now joined by the smaller, more colorful attire of another army.