We're here!

Spring break has landed...Erin and I just got in to our hotel, the Gran Bolivar in Central Lima.  It's beautiful- was a landmark in the 1920s and has retained much of the exterior splendor. The people are extemely nice, and from our room we hear the Beastie Boys blasting in the square.  Now, to begin the explorations...

Machu Picchu, here we come!

Today, Erin (my former coworker and philosophizing friend) and I are leaving for an epic trip to Peru.  The schedule is as follows:

March 22- Depart IAD at 4:30 PM
March 23- Spend an adventurous day and night in Lima
March 24- Fly from Lima to Cusco
March 24-26- Explore Cusco
March 27-30- Participate in a 4-day Inca Trek with the final day summit Machu Picchu
March 30- Spend a last night in Cusco
March 31- Fly back to Lima and spend the day in the city (or in bed, depending on how the trek goes!)
April 1- Fly out at 8 AM, with a fun layover in Panama City
April 2- Arrive back home in the wee hours of the morning

Feel free to follow along and enjoy the scenery, people, and food of Peru along with us :)

Goodbye Bogota

Diego and I set off from the hostel around 3 PM on Sunday afternoon, intent on seeing the Carlos Moreno film “Todo Tus Muertos” (“All Your Dead Ones”). It was a Colombian film based on the political reality of the country, and both of us were looking forward to it. Getting to the theatre was no easy matter; it involved two bus rides and a twenty minute walk. We talked the whole time, so it didn’t seem like a long trip, but by the time we arrived and made it through the ticket line, our movie was literally about to start. Diego suggested we buy tickets for the next showing and have dinner together first, so we went to a restaurant across the street. Some of the soccer match and a whole lot of talking later, we realized that the next showing was starting and we were about to miss that as well! We ran across the street and were seated just in time to take in the film.

Thank goodness I saw it with him, because between the accents and my poor knowledge of Colombian political history, much of the true humor/sadness went over my head. To make a very long story short, it referenced politicians and their desire to be reelected irrespective of the best interests of the people, as well as the paramilitary groups and the fact that they still wield a bit of power from the shadows. Talking about these issues literally took us all the way home again, and it was really interesting talking to Diego about his perspective, because even in his younger years he remembered some of the urban

warfare that occurred and shared those memories with me. He also gave me a great potential idea for research next time I’m in the country.

Once back in our area of Bogota, we went to Whitney’s house and the three of us spent the next few hours hanging out. Finally, Diego and I caught a cab home (no easy feat in El Chorro at 2 in the morning), and stayed up watching movies and talking until 6 AM, when I had to prepare to leave. I sadly left the hostel at 6:30 in the morning, went through airport security, and scared my seatmates on the plane by sobbing all the way back to Miami.

I can’t easily summarize everything that Colombia meant to me, even after being back for almost three weeks now. I can say for certain that it

was rejuvenating. Something about being in a beautiful place and meeting so many amazing people reinforced my inclinations to see the best in life and to be the best version of myself possible. It reawakened my thirst for travel, certainly, and made me even more sure that teaching, and helping other people to improve themselves, is the path in life that I want to take. This next year of school has already proven itself to be an intense experience, but it’s worth getting through because at that point, I can literally go anywhere in the world and drink in all that it has to offer.

And none of this would have happened without the people I met along the way. Whitney Pray was my inspiration to travel to Colombia in the first p

lace, and despite the fact that it meant I would leave her, encouraged me to get to know the entire country. Teresa Ingram welcomed me to travel at her side, stimulated my intellect at every turn, and modeled for me a clear vision of what a good human being should be. Daniel Dobleu, our gracious host at Musicology who also traveled with Teresa and I, showed me the country through the eyes of its people, making it even more fascinating in the process, and being a constant source of thought-provoking conversation. Diego Romero, the constant dialogue between us is something I still think about, and you made the last few days in Bogota eminently enjoyable. There are so many other people who impacted my trip and continue to be a part of my life, and I hope they do long into the future…thank you one and all for a life-changing experience.

Back to Bogota

I'll start this post with an advisory to anyone who may enjoy the photos more than the stories: there aren't many here. I was too excited to be back in Bogota, and having too much of a good time with everyone, to be bothered with my camera. In hindsight I regret this, but it was nice to fully participate in life as opposed to being stuck behind the lens for the last few days.

Between the ever-long busride and getting stuck in a cab during rush hour traffic, I finally rolled into Bogota somewhere around 5:30, which was 29.5 hours after I had left my hostel in Cartagena. Clearly, a shower was in order. Whitney materialized as I was getting ready, and we made the executive decision to eat some delicious Middle Eastern food a few blocks down Carrera 4. After that, we called Diego, a Colombian friend who works at Musicology, to meet us for drinks in El Chorro. Drinks, in this case, meant cheap boxes of sweet red wine. Between the three of us plus Whitney's new roommate Hazel, we had maybe 4 or 5 boxes of wine, and also lots of great conversation. Soon we decided to head to Rincon Cubano (I love finding the Cuban dance spots in Colombia, haha) and Whitney paired off with our new friend Carlos as I salsa'ed with Diego. After El Chan Chan played, Diego and I decided that more wine was in order, and set off to find some. Unfortunately, all the local stores that had been plying their wares were already closed, so we returned to Musicology for a few more nightcaps, and spent the night hanging out.

After breakfast with Diego the next morning, I met up with Whitney and Hazel, who were attending casting calls in the La Suba neighborhood of Bogota. We were all slightly unclear as to whether they were going to be in a show, movie, or what, but for a week of work as native English speakers they were going to earn the equivalent of about $700 US, so why not try? After reading short parts each, we hopped back on the inward bound bus, but stopped to check out the pet store district of Bogota, located around the 54th street stop on the Transmilenio. Whitney and I had notice this on my first full day in the city, being particularly amused by a store whose title in Spanish translated to "Seagulls and Canaries". We searched for this store to no avail- perhaps in the 4 weeks since it was first seen, the owners quickly realized that not many people were interested in seagulls for pets. Nonetheless, the puppies were adorable and we had a great time.

Back to the hostel for a quick nap and some dinner, then I was meeting back up with Whitney, Carlos, and Cesar en El Chorro. After a failed attempt at going to the reggae bar (it wasn't a good night by the

standards they know), getting a street arepa loaded with roasted veggies- mm- and some walking around, we all ended up spending the night hanging out at Whitney and Hazel's new apartment. Cesar is a street performer and we watched him do some juggling-type acts as we gazed out the windows over the city of Bogota. Around 2 AM, Cesar walked me home, I spent some time learning about soccer from Diego, and then it was time for bed.

Saturday morning I met up with Whitney and we walked around the city, just enjoying the gorgeous warm of the sunshine that does not always fall in Bogota. We also spent some time in this arcade where you can go and play any game on whatever gaming system you want- we chose Guitar Hero since Whitney and her friend Daniel (neither the Dan mentioned here nor the Daniel that I spent time with in Tayrona and Medellin) had scheduled a competition later that day. We met up with Dan and Raquel for lunch, and watched the first of the two semi-final games in the Copa America. Colombia lost :( After that, Whitney and Raquel headed for ice cream while Dan and I bought some wine and headed back to Musicology to watch the second game, since

Diego had already told me that he and his friends would be watching there and we were welcome to join them. Sadly, Argentina lost too. Two expected victors were down.

The rest of the night for me was spent drinking and hanging out at the hostel. Whitney, Dan, Raquel, and their friend Ani all decided to go out dancing, but I felt that it was beyond me at that point. I alternated between watching a movie with Daniel, and talking with Diego and his friend German. We ended up staying up and talking until about 5 AM, since we had excitement around 3 in the form of a girl returning to the hostel, vomiting and semi-hysterical. Diego, who was working reception at that point, had to call an ambulance, and it was a long ordeal, after which we relaxed by watching some Ali G and planning to see a movie the following afternoon. German finally had to sleep around 5 to get rest for his soccer game at 9, and I didn't last too much longer, but it was definitely a memorable night by any means.

After a brief nap (I only slept about 4 hours) I woke up and met Whitney and Dan. Thanks to the panaderia across the street from her house, we were able to have a delicious breakfast of fresh bread products (pan de coco, anyone?) and enjoy the morning. After hanging out with Whitney for a few hours, I made it back to the hostel, where I took one last nap in the hammock outside my door before waking Diego. We got ready and headed out on an adventure, to be detailed later since I am about to start moving!

Volcano Here, Tattoo There

Tess arrived in Cartagena as I was finishing my last post. We spent the afternoon moving down the street to the sister hostel of the one where I spent the first three nights (so we went from Makako Chill Out to the Chill Out hostel). Both are owned by a lovely gentleman named Rafael, who kindlyaccompanied us to a bus station so th

at Tess could retreive her violin, which she had accidentally left on the bus.

Later that evening, we met up with Eran, who had also come to Cartagena, and Bao, who had participated in the dive class in Taganga with Tess and Eran while I was off in other parts of the country. We all enjoyed a nice sunset/moonlit walk around the walls of the Old City, and also ventured out a bit into Getsemani. However, between the dive courses and the general heat of the city, we called it an early night.
The next morning, Tess and I decided to make our own adventure. Our destination of choice was called the Volcan de Totumo, description coming below. Most hostels offer tours there for 50 mil pesos, but we knew that by taking colectivos we could easily cut costs. We walked a few blocks from our hotel and hopped on the first colectivo, which journeyed for about an hour until we arrived at the Transport Terminal at the outskirts of the city. We definitely enjoyed getting to see other areas of Cartagena, and spent much time talking about how we will be making the world a better place throughout our lives. At this point, we needed to find a second colectivo taking us to Lomo de Arena. A guy directed us onto a bus, and it was underway in a short amount of time. The fee for this bus was 6 mil per person, so I decided to pay for both Tess and myself in order to break a 50 mil bill. The change I should have received was 38 mil, for you math whizzes out there. The man who had first led us to this bus hands me 30 mil, and jumped off as the colectivo was en route, effectively stealing 8 mil. After talking with other people on the bus, including the other money collector, it seems that this guy was not actually working for the bus line, and there was no way to get our other 8 mil.
Now, since that equates to around $4 US, it's not a big deal financially. However, for Tess and I it was slightly disheartening, since it was the first negative experience either of us had had in the country. However, the reactions of everyone else on the bus shortly restored our faith in humanity: the collector didn't make us pay the fee again, everyone kept shaking their heads and voicing their dismany at the situation, and an older gentleman sitting next to us bought us biscuits and yuca sweets to make us feel better! The sense of community felt was really incredible.

A ride of 1.5-2 hours eventually brought us to Lomo de Arena, where we then hoppe

d on mototaxis for a 5 minute ride over to our destination. The Totumo Volcano is a mud volcano, and you jump into a big pit of mud at

the top, supposedly with great benefits for your skin. I'm not sure about that, but it was quite the experience. Between the gooey texture of the mud itself, and the fact that its buoyancy prevents you from doing much more than floating at the surface, I have never seen or done anything similar in

my entire life. We enjoyed about 20 minutes of muddy pleasure, including massages by men in the pit, then made our way to the lagoon to be rinsed off by local women. Once rinsed off, the tourism of the entire situation hit us: suddenly, the men who massaged us wanted money, as did the women who rinsed us, and ditto the boy who took photos of us throughout this whole process. Since it was only total about $10-15 US in tips, it was not a big deal for the experience, but definitely a reminder that certain areas

are touristy, no matter if you arrive on the tour bus or in colectivo like the locals. The other interesting part of this experience was that MANY people wanted pictures

of the gringas who had been mudbathing. I think we posed for at least 10 pictures between the top of the volcano and entering the lagoon for rinsing. I didn't think we were that interesting...

Our motorbike men came back for us and

we made the return trip to Lomo de Arena. Here, we found out that our next bus would not be coming until 3 PM. It was only 1 PM. Mototaxi and regular taxi drivers alike began offering us prices to get back to Cartagena. Luckily, at the same time a car passed by with a woman in it who had been on our original bus ride out. She was going back to the next little town be

tween our location and Cartagena, and we would easily be able to catch a colectivo there. We could ride in the car also for 3 mil pesos each ($1.50). We hopped in and chatted with her and the driver all the way back to the little town, got on the bus, and continued talking. Sandra, the woman, was very sweet. She did get a bit religious on us, imploring us not to get the tattoos that we were planning for the night because "we should give our bodies back to God in their pure state". However, as I said, she was very kind, and even invited us to her house for lunch after the adventure. Since we A) felt bad putting her out, and B) Tess had a Skype date with her family, we politely declined.

After some rest, Skype, and dinner, it was time for tattoos!

Luckily, there was a very reputable place a few blocks from our hostel. The whole idea behind our tattoos should be explained at this point. Back in Bogota, when drinking before the Gay Pride Parade, we had seen that our friend Daniel (same as participated in the trip to Parque Tayrona and my visit to Medellin) had a tattoo reading "Por que no?" (Why not?) on his chest. Ever since seeing it, Tess and I had loved the idea- we only have one life, and why not experience everything that you can throughout it? It would also be a great reminder of the trip and all that we had experienced. We made our way over, selected the font for the tattoos, and got prepared for the needles. Tess went first, feeling slightly nervous as this was her first tattoo, but was a total trooper, especially considering she got it directly above her ear. I went second and was unpleasantly surprised at just how much it hurts to get a tattoo on the inside of your foot! However, I was definitely pleased with the final result.

After tattoos, we headed back to the hostel, where we were planning to drink and go out with various people, including Diego, a Chilean with whom I had many discussions, especially about imperialism in the Western Hemisphere. It was fun! We all had a few beers at the hostel, went out to go dancing, found the club to expensive, and ended up drinking and talking more beneath Quiebra Canto again. Around 2 A

M, we eventually went back home, where everyone else went to bed but Diego and I continued our discussions. Another relaxing yet fun night in the Caribbean...

Wednesday morning Tess and I woke up to tour the Castillo San Felipe, built in the 1500s as part of the defense system of the city. It was gorgeous and offered great views of the city, but knowing that it was our last morning together after some epic travels, we mostly just talked about life, the future, and the future of our lives post-Colombia. For sure we'll get together and save the world, the rest is all up in the air. We stopped by an artisan market, had the most fresh shrimp cocktail of our lives, and ate our last together-cooked meal in the park, then she escorted me to the Terminal de Transporte for our last goodbyes. Without getting too sappy, there are few people in the world as terrific as she is, and it was really hard to know that it'll at least be some time until we get to see each other again. I also have to credit her with giving me the inspiration to keep traveling around the country, and the courage, through her example, to go it alone at various points along the way. Tess, may the rest of your travels be as good to you as these weeks were to me!

Off then on a legendary 25 hour bus ride, through most of which I thankfully slept, arriving Thursday early evening to enjoy my last four nights in Bogota...