Blogs from Santa Marta, Colombia, South America - page 27

I think people who refuse to eat expired food items are failing to face the eventuality of a post holocaust world and the need to prepare for it. I’ve memorized two new numbers living here, my passport # and my Colombian id card #, that’s two more childhood memories lost. I just wish I would lose the one when I saw Derrick Zetner hard core making out with that giant woman in the middle of his living room. It haunts me. It’s time for class elections. I haven't been this fired up for an election since I beat the crap out of Karie Kenyon for the 8th grade VP student council nomination. Sadly that is still my crowning achievement and I like to remind people of it. Listening to Skid Row is awesome and gives me ... read more

Taganga is a drowsy and someimes very noisy fishing town east of Santa Marta, that attracts scuba divers, snorklers and young hippies. Juice carts abound.... semi-circular restaurants vie for your custom and anyone who has something to sell will find you. Fishermen bring in a fresh catch daily. Many old barques lie picturesquely along the beach. Where I ate one day I was remembered the next mainly because I had brought in six other people. Cartagena had been left behind early Sunday morning in the driving rain. It had been raining for 16 hours. The streets were flooded. The friends who had brought me back to my hostel after Pablo's Birthday party were caught by a two foot increase of water in the street. They could not get past in any direction. They waited two hours. ... read more

Hi all, hope this finds you all well. As you have probably guessed we have made it to south america. Sounds easy dosent it? Well i wasn´t! We decided to take the road less traveled and make our way to Columbia by flying to a remote Panamaian boarder town on the Carribean coast and catch a series of small boats to the first major Columbian city. I sounded easy enough until we arrived at the boarder town (viallage) but without my pack. Usually not a big issue but there were only 3 flights a week and its not accessable by road so we were suck! We werent the only ones. A Chezc who didn´t seem to like wearing his pants all that much was in the same provebial boat. 3 other traveles also got delaýed for ... read more

I've become a mountain man. I recently for the first time tamed and rode a Nor'easter to town. I have been certainly secluded in and loving the mountains. Since I left school I went to Piero's bday party at a gun range in Bogota where all the posters of the bad guys have mustaches (confirming suspicions). I touched the inside of a hippo's mouth, saw a baby Andean spectacled bear (rarest bear in the world). I've been woken up in the middle of the night by an earthquake. While riding my “mountain horse” in said mountains, it lost it's footing, flipped over backwards while climbing a particularly steep rocky incline, narrowly avoided smashing me as I was fortunantly thrown clear (by about 2 inches). It is now off mountain duty. I love the fact that ... read more

We managed to find our way to Taganga, a small fishing viallage that is taken over by holidaymakers and tourists. Rather like when we lived in Taupo, you left home during the holiday season because it went crazy. Our transport included a taxi to the bus station, the taxi driver had no idea what our Spanish meant and he finally figured out our hand gestures and the odd word in the dictionary. We then managed to find a bus to Santa Marta, we passed alot of low lying homes with water everywhere - possibly from the down pour we had the night before, I hope no homes were flooded. There were mangrove swamps and mixed jungle farms and some cattle farms. We again got to the right destination and found our next transport, a collectivo to ... read more