A Travellerspoint blog

Colombia 6

sunny 32 °C

We wake up at 4.30am. Unnatural it's my holiday! And it's Christmas day. I don't think I've been up this early on the 25th December since my cousins were 7 and 9 and always woke me and my sister up at about 4am to check father Christmas had been as promised, and left us a stocking (dads ski sock) with the usual collection of: chocolate money, yoyo, mini colouring pencils, stickers, a pair of socks/pants and of course a Satsuma/mandarin at the bottom nestled in the toe bit?

The mossie bites are itching like hell. I can't believe these tiny insects cause so much grief? What exactly is their role in the ecosystem? I itch like hell and want to drag my nails over the offending piercings (unfortunately I have already done this while asleep, I've scratched the tops off the bites, ow!)

We packed the car last night. So all we have to do is jump in and head off. The sun is rising as we get on the other side of Pereira. It's so beautiful! I love the hills. We encounter two mini monsoon like rains en route. We lunch high in the hills at a hand glide lift off point. R is doing all the driving. Through Medellin then on to Monteria. As we head out of the hills we pass countless kids at the road side begging. They live in slum like makeshift bamboo and plastic bin bag huts along the side of the road. Countless children. This is so sad. As we get lower the temperature gets hotter and hotter. Eventually the hills leave us and the plains towards the coast stretch before us. The tundra is quite different now. It's a very agricultural area full of fincas rearing beef for meat and milk. After about 12 hours is the car, we reach Monteria and the flat of Tia Gloria and Tio Alfonso. Tatiana their daughter and r's cousin is a veritable babe. Tiny as a bird and all willowy, legs to die for. I've sat in the car for 12 hours. It's been sweltering. I don't even want to know what's going on with my hair? It's been stuck under the panama hat for at least 8 hours. I'm sticky and itchy. I excuse myself for a shower. A cold shower! Cold showers for the next week and a half. I hate them. Even when I'm melting. I stand near the spray and sort of inch in, feet first. Getting my hair wet is tantamount to jumping out of a plane, I'm so scared of the cold.

Colombia is a fabulous people watching destination. There is a wonderful mixture of faces, bodies and looks.

One of my favourites is the 1669 look. Coined on urban dictionary...well that's where I saw it. This is done especially well here in Colombia. Skinny jeans or leggings with legs and huge, yet shapely bottom poured in then a muffin top squeezed out over the top. Then a fitted lycra t-shirt over huge boobs. 'Pechonalidad' as they say in Spanish. Which is basically persolalidad (personality) but of the chest, Jeje! Mountains of hair then cascade over the shoulders and back. All this is precariously balanced on super high platform stilettos, cheap with the labels usually still stuck on the soles. From behind you would be forgiven in thinking the female should be 16 going on 18. Then she turns around and wham she's actually late forties! Or could be pushing 69 I suppose? Crow’s feet cracking in foundation and usually a nice selection of bling on show. Brilliant. I can't stop staring.

Bunuelos at Christmas, so many.
Getting a little lost in Medellin.
Boobs in Colombia, so many fakies.
Monteria, a sort of Beverly hills of Colombia.
Huge mansions.
Iguanas.
New mango viche – sort of slush puppy style YUM!
Pizza and checking out the iPhone apps with tia Gloria.
Fresh cooked pineapple on pizza A M A Z I N G .
32 degrees and AirCon
Club Colombia Negra x 3

Posted by spacebooth 08:45 Archived in Colombia

Email this entryFacebookStumbleUpon

Table of contents

Be the first to comment on this entry.

This blog requires you to be a logged in member of Travellerspoint to place comments.

Enter your Travellerspoint login details below

( What's this? )

If you aren't a member of Travellerspoint yet, you can join for free.

Join Travellerspoint