Colombia was never really on the map in terms of my journey to South America but having heard such good things, being here felt somehow just right. Sitting in a little outdoor bar in the quiet town of Carpugana, there is a trickling of street folk milling around chatting whilst the famous Vallenato music seeps through the tepid swarmy night and heats the veins. I could not help but feel like a helpless moth being slowly drawn towards the fire somehow knowing but having no control over its desire to feel, to see and simply burn. My friend Claudio somehow acknowledges my reverie, raises his glass of Aguila beer, smiles and says "Welcome to Colombia!" That was over two months ago, now im about 700KM north in a city called Barranquilla. Its big, noisy and
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