My visit to Medellin would not be complete without a tour of the city with Real City Tour. Shouts out to Real City Tour. It was a very entertaining and insightful tour.
I stayed at Yolo Hostel in Problado. It was the tourist friendly part of Medellin. Met a lot of interesting people while I was there. There was this cute and petite Colombian working the front desk. I saw her running around with another traveler. They were inseparable. I assumed they were a couple until he left a couple of days later and she started to seem more welcoming to me.
There was a lot to see in Medellin and I wish I could say that I saw it all. For the most part, I saw a small glimpse of it and it was breathtaking. Medellin, or what I saw of Medellin was contrasting city surrounded by breathtaking valleys.
I met the America guy from the mid west in my dorm room. He was reserved, but friendly. Soon after check-in, I searched for a shopping center to look for a tablet. Christine and her family were kind enough to venmoed me
$100 for it after I told her about my incident in Bogota. I also met a middle aged guy from Portugal. He seemed a bit self conscious being at a hostel with younger people. We hung out a night or two, sharing our appreciation for Colombian women. He was chasing after some average looking French girl that were on their high horses. It was fucked up the way on of the French girl was leading him on.
I decided to spend New Years Eve in Medellin. Wasn't planning on going out at all until I got back to the hostel and people were celebrating. The dude from Portugal obtained some Yay from a street vendor. We did a couple of bumps in the restroom and I didn't see him again for the rest of the night. I was the giddier of the two and he showed his maturity. Afterwards, I joined the other guest in the living area of the hostel as we had a couple of drinks and listened to music. This was when I met Rene, the Dutch woman from my dorm room. She told me she was in her 20s, but
she looked mature. I would say mid 30s. She hadn't said anything to me until tonight. It may be the yay, but I noticed her and her friend were vibing me. We decided to hit up the bar at a hotel a couple of minutes from the hostel. It was a lively crowd. We passed around the small plastic bag of yay and took turns going into the bathroom. The funny thing was that it was just our group doing it. The whole place was in rotation. I met an asian girl from the bay area. As much as i wanted to vibe with her, but it was just not clicking. She said she needed to join her friends at another place, so I volunteered to walk her there. It was awkward. I now realized that she was most likely trying to get rid of me. I decided to head back to the hostel, but as soon as i got back Rene was gathering up a group to head out. She tugged at me too. She was pulling my dick, figuratively speaking. I yielded. The group consisted of the pettite Colombian chick some girls from Argentina, that I had a gut feeling, were underaged.We were partying on the streets of Problado. Rene and I were vibing. It could've been the yay and alcohol too. I felt a tug between Rene and the other girls for my attention, but I decided to follow Rene. She pulled into a corner of the street and asked me if I wanted "Some Pablo in my noise?" We took a couple of bumps and roamed off into another area of Problado. Now the group consisted of myself, two America dudes, one from Denver, Rene and a couple of other women. We went to a bar/lounge and danced or something. Then we decided to leave and go to another spot. This was when I realized that the universe was not in my favor. I ran into the Australian chick from Sucre outside and Rene started getting jealous. She went back into the lounge for something. The Australian chick and I were talking and she wanted exchange info. We exchange info and Rene walked out while we were doing so. It took a turn downhill from there. The rest of the night she started ball busting me. The American guy from the mid west
was my dude. I stepping up for me after I told him she'd been busting my balls. She started aggressively flirting with a French guy from our hostel. She was moving her body towards his lap while we were at the bar. And playing footsie with him when we got back to hostel. I was devastated. One after another, these women were playing with my emotion because I was inconsiderate of their feelings.Rene and I continued to keep contact through my visit in Colombia. she wanted to met up at a music festival near Santa Marta, but by now I was aware of her games and politely declined.
Slowly everyone departed the hostel. I felt empty. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to my homie from Portugal. He rushed off after realizing that French girl was playing him. Such is life.
Before I left Medellin I met a guy from Hungry. He reminded me of Abdullah. He was a bit cynical and didn't give a fuck. He would smoke weed at the hostel like it was legal.
I miss Medellin. I will always remember my time there. And most of all the people, whom I briefly shared a moment in time with.