Donnerstag, 25. Juni 2009

Columbia
















Well, it´s been a while! Tonight will be my last night in Columbia and actually in South America, tomorrow I will be sailing to Panamá! So let me tell you about the last month in this beautiful country...
After spending one more day in Popayán I took a bus to Cali. It was incredibly hot there! I arrived on a Thursday night and just wanted to party for the weekend, and that´s exactely what I did!
Luckily, there were a bunch of really nice people in my hostal, because going out in Cali by yourself isn´t a good idea... We spent three nights in a row in different "Salsathekas", drinking and trying to dance with the locals, as the places weren´t touristy at all. In the daytime it was pretty much just chilling, reading and learning some more spanish. I even took two Salsa classes, as well!
On Sunday mornig I wasn´t feeling too well, but I thought I just needed some rest after the wild weekend. By evening though, I started getting a fever, and in the night it actually went up to 40 degrees! I felt like shit and things kept getting worse, so on Tuesday I decided to go to the hospital. "Toncillitis" was the diagnosis and I was treated right away with really strong antibiotics. After another day of relaxing in Cali, I felt strong enough to travel on to Salento, a small town in the "Zona Cafétera" on Thursday. There I spent another three days relaxing, looking at a coffee plantation and taking a short hike through the "Cloud Forest", where you could see the "Waxpalm", the national tree of Columbia. On Sunday I continued on to Bogotá, where I only spent two days. The city isn´t really that pretty, except for the old town, which I looked at in one day. The next day I went north of Bogotá, to look at an underground salt cathedral which was pretty impressive! I also booked my boat trip to Panamá, and since I only had one week left then to get to Cartagena, I decided to skip Villa de Leyva, a colonial town north of Bogotá, but to go straight to St. Marta instead.- My only nightbus-trip in Columbia, 20 hours!!
When I got off the airconditioned bus the next day, I was shocked by the 38 degrees at the Caribbean coast (in Bogotá we had about 18...)! I went straight to Taganga, a small pueblito, very close to St. Marta, where I spent the rest of the day trying to catch my breath in a hammock... The next two days were all lying around at the beach!
On the third night I met André again, who, as it turned out, had been in Taganga the whole time, for an entire month! Of course we had to celebrate our reunion, and so I had to cope with only three hours of sleep, since I wanted to catch the nine o clock boat to Tayrona National Park.
We arrived at the stunning beach after about one and a half hours, which were enough time for me to meet three other girls. Together we rented some hammocks and I spent pretty much the rest of the afternoon sleeping at the beach! Next morning, we hiked to the "Pueblito" together, the remains of an ancient town within the park. It was extremely hot and humid, and when we returned after almost five hours we didn´t want to do much more than to relax at the beach again. After another night in the surprisingly comfortable hammock it was time to leave the park again and to get back to Taganga. I met André and his friends again, and we spent another night partying at the beach with loads of rum, singing and other "typical Columbian things" ;-)
Then, after another ridiculously short night it was time to say goodbye to André, who of course couldn´t be bothered to leave "yet", and to Taganga, and to -finally- head off to Cartagena.
Here I arrived last night and spent the day walking around the beautiful old town for almost eight hours! It´s so pretty here, and I really wish I had more time, but tomorrow at two my boat leaves for Panamá, and first the San Blas Islands!! I´m really gettting excited now, going to meet Ingrid, who is also here, for a "good-bye-South-America-drink" and then going to sleep for the last time on this continent...

It´s been great, and I will definitely be back!!!!

Cross your fingers for me, that everything goes well on the boat, I love you all very much!!

Dienstag, 2. Juni 2009

Getting to Columbia...





























In my last entry I said, I was hoping for more excitement to come... well, I hadn't quite imagined it this way.
Early in the morning my guest father brought me to the bus for the ecuadorian-columbian border.
As usual, I put my big back pack in the luggage room underneath the bus and took my small backpack with me. After about an hour, there was a police control and everybody had to get off the bus. I asked the driver, if I had time to use the bathroom and he said "sure". When I got back from the toilet, my bus was gone.- With my big backpack in it!!
Since the police was still there, I told them what had happened. They got into the car with me, and together we started chasing after the bus. At this point I felt relatively confident, since after all, I was with the POLICE and they knew the busnumber, as they had just checked it before. Well, you shouldn't compare them with our police in germany.
When we still hadn't caught up to the bus after about 20 minutes, they explained to me, that they couldn't continue on any further, as this was now no longer their "area of responsibility". So they wrote me a note with the number of the bus and dropped me off by the side of the road! That's when I started panicking!
I stopped the next bus going in the direction I had to go and explained to the driver what had happend. And I was in luck.- The driver put up a chase a la "Speed" and after about half an hour we actually managed to catch up to the bus! We cut in front of it, forcing it to stop, and together with the driver I stormed the bus and got my bag back, yelling at the driver "hijo de puta"!
The rest of the trip to and across the border was without further incidents (otherwise I probably would have had a heartattack!!) and I arrived at my first stop in Columbia, Pasto, at about 5 p.m.
The next day, I took a bus to Popayan, a nice little town about 6 hours north of Pasto, and on the trip there I got a first impression of why people say, "Columbia is the most beautiful country in South America"...
In Popayan I checked into a hostel where I soon met another german girl. Together we decided to take a trip to St. Augustin, an archaeological site another six hours from Popayan in the middle of nowhere, as there was not much to do in Popayan.
The road there was the worst one I've been on so far- the "Highway to Hell"! Six hours of unpaved road up and down the mountains, jumping in the seat about 20 cm high every couple of seconds- our backs and heads hurt even the next day! But bravely we went on a four hour hike, looking at a good portion of the stone sculptures here in the area. It was a nice day and in the evening we enjoyed a great dinner at our swiss-run hostal with other german (or swiss-german) speaking people! Funny, I'm in the middle of nowhere in Columbia and everybody speaks german!
Well, after two nights here it is now time to return to Popayan, as we have no more clean clothes and also no more money! There I will meet up with Ingrid, the french girl from the rafting trip in Tena, and together we will continue on to Cali (after the "backpack-episode" I'm kind of sick of traveling in buses on my own...). Anne is leaving for Ecuador, so unfortunately I won't be able to continue traveling with her. Gotta go, bus is leaving for the "highway to hell"... fuck!!!