Viola In Colombia

vaolimue @ 2010-03-28T17: 10:00

I must apologize for my boundless writing laziness; the last time I think I wrote in January, since there were many place much more natural, ungezä Sample hours in the bus (I counted: there were about 101 hours), incredibly nice people and delicious and also very unleckeres food.

After my family was gone again in January, and I annoyed within a very short time a very little bit of Barranquilla and was Coste ñ os, I have a 5-day trek to Ciudad Perdida, the Lost town in the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta made. This is an ancient city located in the densest jungle in the field of Koghi, one of the many local tribes here. Seen in retrospect I think that was one of my favorite places in Colombia. 3 days with a group of 7 people steep uphill and downhill running, cling to vines and tree roots, jump and climb over large boulders, wading through rivers, shimmy along on slopes, magnificent views and enjoy the smell of the most unusual plants, all in the blazing sun and with luggage ; ck on 3 Very ancient days in 1600 to climb steps, and then all back again in 2 days. In between bathing time and again in the crystal-clear extensions of the river, eat dinner as much as possible, Israeli card games, funny people, sleeping in hammocks. Running has made so much fun, but it was really exhausting. A few days in Taganga with acute loss of cell phone, and then I went on to Medellin to meet with me as two Englishmen from the Ciudad Perdida. Francis and Paul, very funny fellow, that I'm against any plan then traveled over a week together because the guys not a single map could read alone and for me it was so funny. During this time I got very exclusive English classes and now know the words boozy, woozy, drowsy and Gizz, all very useful. After Medellin we first moved into the Zona Cafetera, in a tiny village called Salento, have the obligatory cafe tour made and more are in the evening by chance ended up in the backyard of a pub where we played a game with some Colombians (and lost) in which you throw square metal pads on a disk with clay and tried to platelets in the small explosive to take the middle. Makes a lot more fun than it sounds, and I was happy that night anyway, because it was finally cold enough so I could put on my leather jacket.

went from there it continued to Cali, an afternoon at the Shopping Center at the parade of silicone breasts and heading into the world capital of cosmetic surgery to assess, a day at the zoo, eat at Crepes and Waffles (once per week must be that!).

Popayan with its white colonial villas, cycling down through the green mountains (we were in a jeep to the mountain and were then rolling down ...), tragic farewell to the boys, 7 hours in a Klapperbus a gravel road to San Augustin, my southernmost point. San Augustine is known for its stone statues, which were also really nice and everything but the airport was actually the landscape there. The small village where all the houses are hung all over with hanging baskets, is located between rolling hills, trees, Plants and fields are green-speckled like a carpet, the sun produces beautiful colors and the clouds take on the most amazing shapes. The small, colorful villas, in which I lived there was one, a Frenchman who sells homemade bread and jam, so I have spent two days with just bread and jam my book in the hammock and the view and the infinite peace enjoyed.

am After that, I first moved back to Bogotá and got me in the Police Museum by the proud police officer shot the photos of Pablo Escobar, his gold-plated Harley Davidson, and also like the way to an illegal electronic market (Policeman: "Since it's cheaper! ") can show. From there already 11 hours in the bus to San Gil. San Gil is great, a small town, all roads across steep, so you have to worry about with the car when driving downhill just überzukippen front, a beautiful plaza in the middle of this place, where the Church is the tallest building yet. The area is known for extreme sports, in an acute lack of time I could not able to do everything, but at least white-water rafting and paragliding. Genial!

And then suddenly it was already mid-February and I had to go back to Barranquilla Carnival. Seriously, however, are the 2 ½ costumed procession in Mainz nothing! Bright colors, colorful feathers, the most imaginative face painting, quite short but great costumes, many many nice people who simply could all dance so incredibly good ... Given a lot of rum and aguardiente, bright sun, for once, tourists and good concerts in Barranquilla, and the whole 4 days. Qué locura! Then I think we were all a bit sick first.

end of February I'm off again moved to Medellín to make my internship, and yes, it's my favorite city. In every street there are small individual cafés oriental tea and sell edible gold (!) dusted chocolates, everything is green, many bars and restaurants, shops, people stare not nearly as much as in Barranquilla, good music, great student, very beautiful. The internship, cardio was cool but also pretty exhausting. Was every day from 7 to 7 in the clinic under the supervision of a physician, who had two different colored eyes, which in itself is scary. The clinic was very modern, that could have been HOW to Germany. We were two students, one Colombian and I, and the doctors took care of us well to be honest, always a lot of states shown can make yourself, homework, where everyone had his own 4 or 5 patients in whom we have made the rounds every morning and have the doctors will only be presented yet, I have finally saw some cases of dengue, it was great and was great fun, but I have during the month actually hardly done anything else. In the morning we were always on the move with an incredibly witty doctor could tell in German only Stuttgart and KAISER-nonsense, has started at every turn to dance and had made it his task to me any even the slightest sense of German-speaking people present in this clinic. They were amazingly few, a few doctors had made their specialist training, even in Germany. And also agree on how to find all of Barranquilla and the os Coste ñ were (city ugly, boring, lazy people speak terribly fast) there was a consistent opinion on Germany: Very friendly people, very competent, but above all quality. Since it is the same but a bit of patriotic ... Highlights of the clerkship: huge Ops at Salsa music in the open heart to help where I sew and was a patient who was completely convinced was, she was suffering from prostate, one patient with acute myocardial infarction was admitted because he (too much?) Viagra had taken a woman in the exercise ECG on a treadmill eventually stopped just in slow motion went back and at the end of the treadmill just tipped over. One Saturday we worked as volunteers for the poor. Few of these patients knew their date of birth or age, illiteracy, scars of gunshot or stab wounds, which was REALLY hard.

During the clerkship, I stayed in a hostel, although it was bit expensive but at least really funny, so many nice and cool people, I was always my Eat or even my toothbrush and toothpaste stolen (?!), sleeping cat in my bed, drunk 40-year-old Swedes falling out of her bunk bed for me, a radio network that was for some unknown reason Neisseria Gonorrhea , and by the end of my stay I was a myth in this hostel, because all knew my name, but no one knew who I am because I never was there. Either way, a funny experience when combined with acute sleep loss.

For my Despedida day before yesterday I went back down to Barranquilla, where I incidentally just on the balcony at much larger Hot seats. In the night bus on the way back to Barranquilla, the temperatures were again just above the freezing point, and consequently is also eventually the air conditioner caught fire and we sat three hours in the middle of the night and had nowhere to repair . wait But, typical of Colombians, no one was angry, no one annoyed all got together to tell stories about their most exciting bus voltage, and made jokes, no one has complained. They're just more relaxed than the Germans.

I am in the last few weeks even noticed back on how much you get used to, what strange things at some point as normal viewing. Horse-drawn carriages on the highways, people in the buses come to warm arepas, chewing gum or peanuts for sale, street vendors, who have always everything you need: In warm weather fruits and juices , in the rain suddenly sell all the umbrellas, the people in the open door of the moving bus stand and either call out the destination or with a stuffed dog on a long stick to scare people, workers, the roadside in the shade of BE trees keep their afternoon naps, the national anthem, every morning and evening at 6 clock played in all radio stations, Passengers ride on a sofa strapped to the roof of a bus (Mr. Bean ?!)... This will be a fun to get used to in Germany. Only 2 days, I am so happy because in the long run I am just European, but I miss it already a little bit, but it's a strange thought of leaving here and everything and everyone to leave here ...

now stands in Mainz at least first in housing, my food list, work through, which I have over time put together in mournful thought of the German food, understand the timetable, Erstiparty, WM with a barbecue on the Rhine and 5.0 beer, my very very big Cultural deficit to catch up again, Berlin, Southside ...

This is a wonderful summer.

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