11.12.2011 - 12.12.2011 23 °C
The Christmas Trip / El viaje de Navidad
After an eventful year I finally sit on the plane casting my eyes over the left wing of the Iberia airbus, as the caribbean meets the south American continent. I think it's Colombia but it could be Venezuela I suppose? I return after 3.5 years. Can I really be that long since I left? I flew out of Bogota still weak from my food poisoning in Santa Marta in June 2008. I've yearned to return to South America. To Colombia. I never expected to be doing it like this. I sit next to a man whom I met by chance in a year ago.
A weekend planned to entertain a travelling friend from Sydney. VIP tickets for fabric to see Ricardo Villalobos. Sydney gets his dates wrong so can't make it. I want to go. Then let down by bestfriend who quite rightly had been at work on the Saturday, so is not in a state of mind to hit a club. An innocent text to an old friend, a Colombian Dj who is bound to want to come. Then a response. Hello this is Ricardo a friend of David's. David has moved to Berlin, I have his phone. I know I don't know you, but I wondered if I might come with you to fabric?...
So here I sit en route to bogota with my Colombian boyfriend whom I met through a wrong text message.
I can confirm that I will try my hardest not to fly Iberia again. Really bad. We did it the cheapest way we could. Even then it wasn't that cheap. We're late and we have a connecting flight to catch. I'm excited and nervous all at the same time. I have a whole Colombian family to meet! Back to the matter at hand. I have just tried to eat a mushroom lasagna, iberia you do yourself no favours.
We started at silly o'clock in Clapton. Out flight left heathrow at 7.20 this morning. We flew to Madrid then onto bogota. Although arriving a little late we get to the gate and have to queue for nearly an hour. I can't help but stare at my fellow passengers. We have big round boobs on almost every lady. There are big butts with butt cleavages! There is a lot of bling. There are a few men with saved sides of hair, sort of flat mohican. There is definitely a lady boy. I'm a starer. I stare at people, sorry. It's just so interesting. I've managed to dress in leggings, long t-shirt dress combo which I swear only came about because of the long flight. I feel slightly out of place queuing for a flight to Bogota, where are my boobs?
3 flights later we arrive in Armenia the capital of Quindio and the heart of the coffee growing area of Colombia.