After hours of late flights, I finally arrived in Medellin, the infamous city of the Colombian (FORMER) drug cartel, and the Escobars, and in Chritsmas, one of the most lit up cities in the world. I split the one hour long taxi with a guy I had met on the plane, and arrived at the rather luxurious hostel Oscar had booked. Wow… after 10 months of travelling I would finally see the handsome face I had left crying at the airport, and the person whose memory had accompanied my thoughts in so many lonely, longing moments though out my journey. I hadn’t been at the hostel long, talking to the extremely cute, and young, Ecuadorian owner, Emeliano, before Oscar called from Panama, announcing that he would be delayed until the following afternoon. After grabing a bite
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