Duitama and Montería
Medellín
Bogotá
go ...
Christmas.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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vaolimue @ 2010-01-09T22: 48:00
Duitama and Montería
Medellín
Bogotá
go ...
Christmas.
Duitama and Montería
Medellín
Bogotá
go ...
Christmas.
Design Your Own Wrestler Belt
vaolimue @ 2010-01-09T21: 44:00
Merry Christmas to all, and subsequently a really happy new year 10! (Sounds strange ..)
I'm back from my first trips, and before it goes again, I will quickly tell from my December. As much as I sometimes
of Barranquilla, the heat, the eternal and the Vaillenato Costeños was irritated, the interior has me totally excited! Barranquilla Colombia is doing really wrong, there's so incredibly much to see here, breathtaking landscapes, deserts, snowy mountains, jungles, eternal cactus fields, tiny villages, vast cities, EVERYTHING. We traveled through various cities and have much looked at, but by far the most impressive were the prospects for the long bus rides. The scenery was simply stunning! Up and down all over the vast mountains and around hairpin curves always on the slope along you go first through the middle of the jungle, everything green unbelievable, the most unusual and most unlikely plants, huge, brightly colored flowers, banana trees, eucalyptus trees, bamboo, interspersed with a few grazing, pretty black and white spotted cows on strahelnd green meadows.
The towns and villages through which it travels are just as you are imagining America: Small colorful houses, some with corrugated tin and just before the final Decline, other stone, but all are painted in different colors, a central plaza (the motto here is Bolívar) with church, many handcrafts stores (local crafts), garages and small shops to pass the single from a huge and unexplored drawer cabinet seem that all that really includes everything you need. In addition, Aguila-bars (the beer here) with the obligatory plastic chairs outside the door, the streets full of people, some very traditional with poncho and cowboy hat, horse, donkey, on foot, all dusty somehow, but very peaceful, surrounded by the magnificent mountain scenery.
Along the road to the hills Glue isolated houses, sell Aguila, bananas (eat! ..) ants and grilled arepas, the brightly colored clothes in the wind swinging on a leash, women and children stricken from the handcrafts stores. In addition, a butcher, are directly in the pound flap meat over the counter in the background is a pig without a head, not cooled all ...
regularly seen on the roadside military checks, they check the luggage, the key documents of all passengers, from the men and look in handbags, all routine. The father of a friend told me that the police tightened controls in December, so she bribes from the buy Christmas presents for their children.
you take the bus further up the mountains, you come into the typical páramo landscapes. There are no trees, the image is determined by huge rocks, red earth, almost step-like, dry, gray-brown shrubs, large cactus, dusty, hot, arid. In between all the so-called Frailejones, cactus-like plant growing on the ground, whose only bizarre flower stem grows up to 12 meters into the sky. And in the valley, ever far in depth, a small, muddy river. The view is breathtaking!
Hannah and I are going on shortly after the audit went to Montería (Where that is: see my incredibly great crafted plan!). Montería is a small city, the city her like Barranquilla, but hung with at least something like a small central park (like the whole country) over and over with colorful flashing lights (was the most tasteless in light of what I have seen I was in a church in which the poor Jesus on the cross above the altar was wrapped in a blue-flashing lights ...) and in the trees, monkeys, making a kick out, throw leaves and branches on passers-by. We have a
Interno (= BMS both) and his family lived, incredibly warm people, were on a crocodile farm, have touched snakes, ostrich races and were seen riding. The father, also a doctor, told us that he will probably know this paid for a treatment with a chicken or a sack of potatoes, when people usually have no money. After months in Barranquilla where I noticed in the country, especially the silence. In the city there is always loud, too many cars to honk, too many street vendors who call out their goods to many shops, the sound for the entire road with salsa.
are after a few days ago we drove to Medellín, and have the same love at first sight in this city. Nestled in a large valley surrounded by green mountains, on whose slopes stick to the suburbs, it has exactly all the things I miss in Barranquilla: There are beautiful roads with many small individual shops, cafes, churches, museums, culture, nice restaurants and bars, everything green unbelievable, there are people (!) running through the streets, squares, a beautiful botanical garden club also runs other music except Vaillenato times, people do not all have the same style, we have even seen punks (! Something like would never give in Barranquilla! ..) and the whole city is just much more alive, more varied and colorful as Barranquilla. (I want to B / Quilla not do too bad, at least I had a really great time here, but with the rest of the country, the city can not keep up easily.)
It was amazing to see much in Medellín, at some point I am torn in the middle of the city a flip flop and I had until the next business run barefoot, another time we ended up in a very strange house, I automatically think of "the-door-that's crazy" for Asterix and Obelix remembered. On the lowest level pictures were exhibited, and above offices, further above, a retiree-singing group and the top of the roof beams, we have finally seen with about 5 others astray a very good Belgian film. The funniest part of Medellín was I think the weather: Finally in 30 ° C, the day warm enough for top and short pants, but at night you could sometimes wear jeans or even a cloth! What boundless possibilities of variety that offers suddenly! Because of the cold, we were much more active, up here on the coast, the hot weather makes one lazy.
mid-December we went (reluctantly) moved away from Medellin to Bogota and. As it was, above all, first cold and dark and gray and vast. In time, my city has fallen more and more. 8 million inhabitants. What that means is a first-of Monserrate, the scenic mountain on the outskirts of the city aware of: It's huge! A huge crowd of people passed every day through the streets, It is almost always traffic jam, street vendors sell fishing routes and USB sticks begging, many people and living on the street, in between many apparently rich people, gray businessmen, international, tourists at the entrance doors of the shops call distributors and sellers of their goods, it is a complete mess of shapes, colors, smells and noise. The cultural offer of the city is huge, it is impossible to watch all the museums, churches, major roads and parks.
order but at least a bit to see what, Hannah and I went one evening in a show of tango and regional dances. The corresponding ad in the paper looked very professionally, and so we thought we could expand our cultural knowledge of something. Over the time, but quickly realized that they were not quite certain professionals, but rather the presentation evening, a dance school with classes for all ages and abilities. The younger ones were even quite good, but there was also a group with 70 years upwards, which barely walk, much less could dance for what would have been funny enough in itself, if there had not yet mitgetanzt a woman who simply do nothing could. It is hard to describe how unbelievably funny it was, but every time it is different again against whom encountered, has started a dance or completely wrong with an upside-dressed mask half blind tripping over the stage, we had to laugh more, and when the lights came on we were really in tears. On the same evening we found a bar where they have fantastic way sells mulled wine. Real mulled wine! Although the wine glass with sugar rim, but otherwise quite authentic. The next day Hannah
is flown to Argentina with her boyfriend, I was little done in Bogotá alone, have a bike ride (God, how I miss my bike got !..), Duitama visited friends in (one of the typical small towns in the department Boyacá. Great environment, all very traditional, all very religious) and was the last three days, again with John, a rather funny Ami in Bogotá.
was back after a 36-hour bus trip all in Barranquilla, as always, hot, Vaillenato the typical Costeños, the Chaos Villa ... Christmas, we celebrated here in the house, Emily, Christian, the French and me, it was far from Christmas, but beautiful. We have a few banana tree leaves decorated with streamers and an incredible amount of cooked and eaten, mulled wine made and us on our very carefully selected gifts happy (I have a glitter plastic crown and a foam rubber puzzle to get the human body, Emily, they have a plastic lure with magnetic fish and a 5-liter Jerry cans donated.).
was during the last two weeks, then my family here, of course it was great, after 5 minutes it was again, as always, we traveled a lot, were in Cartagena, diving in Taganga (the Bavarian Instructor Max, a 50 - year old rocker, who was tattooed from head to toe and at his chest Plus Size marked "Bavaria" was emblazoned ..) and the Parc Tayrona.
now I'm back in Barranquilla and plan my next trip. First it goes to a 6-day trek to Ciudad Perdida in the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, and then look again. Choose from the Amazon to visit a shaman, Cali, in the desert La Guajira, Waterfall Climbing in San Gil pick, coffee in the Zona Cafetera and a thousand other things ... I try to write again as soon as possible, so that is not always so much at once.
Until then, all best wishes in the snow envy you a bit. I booked the rest now and I'm 31 March. Looking forward to you.
Merry Christmas to all, and subsequently a really happy new year 10! (Sounds strange ..)
I'm back from my first trips, and before it goes again, I will quickly tell from my December. As much as I sometimes
of Barranquilla, the heat, the eternal and the Vaillenato Costeños was irritated, the interior has me totally excited! Barranquilla Colombia is doing really wrong, there's so incredibly much to see here, breathtaking landscapes, deserts, snowy mountains, jungles, eternal cactus fields, tiny villages, vast cities, EVERYTHING. We traveled through various cities and have much looked at, but by far the most impressive were the prospects for the long bus rides. The scenery was simply stunning! Up and down all over the vast mountains and around hairpin curves always on the slope along you go first through the middle of the jungle, everything green unbelievable, the most unusual and most unlikely plants, huge, brightly colored flowers, banana trees, eucalyptus trees, bamboo, interspersed with a few grazing, pretty black and white spotted cows on strahelnd green meadows.
The towns and villages through which it travels are just as you are imagining America: Small colorful houses, some with corrugated tin and just before the final Decline, other stone, but all are painted in different colors, a central plaza (the motto here is Bolívar) with church, many handcrafts stores (local crafts), garages and small shops to pass the single from a huge and unexplored drawer cabinet seem that all that really includes everything you need. In addition, Aguila-bars (the beer here) with the obligatory plastic chairs outside the door, the streets full of people, some very traditional with poncho and cowboy hat, horse, donkey, on foot, all dusty somehow, but very peaceful, surrounded by the magnificent mountain scenery.
Along the road to the hills Glue isolated houses, sell Aguila, bananas (eat! ..) ants and grilled arepas, the brightly colored clothes in the wind swinging on a leash, women and children stricken from the handcrafts stores. In addition, a butcher, are directly in the pound flap meat over the counter in the background is a pig without a head, not cooled all ...
regularly seen on the roadside military checks, they check the luggage, the key documents of all passengers, from the men and look in handbags, all routine. The father of a friend told me that the police tightened controls in December, so she bribes from the buy Christmas presents for their children.
you take the bus further up the mountains, you come into the typical páramo landscapes. There are no trees, the image is determined by huge rocks, red earth, almost step-like, dry, gray-brown shrubs, large cactus, dusty, hot, arid. In between all the so-called Frailejones, cactus-like plant growing on the ground, whose only bizarre flower stem grows up to 12 meters into the sky. And in the valley, ever far in depth, a small, muddy river. The view is breathtaking!
Hannah and I are going on shortly after the audit went to Montería (Where that is: see my incredibly great crafted plan!). Montería is a small city, the city her like Barranquilla, but hung with at least something like a small central park (like the whole country) over and over with colorful flashing lights (was the most tasteless in light of what I have seen I was in a church in which the poor Jesus on the cross above the altar was wrapped in a blue-flashing lights ...) and in the trees, monkeys, making a kick out, throw leaves and branches on passers-by. We have a
Interno (= BMS both) and his family lived, incredibly warm people, were on a crocodile farm, have touched snakes, ostrich races and were seen riding. The father, also a doctor, told us that he will probably know this paid for a treatment with a chicken or a sack of potatoes, when people usually have no money. After months in Barranquilla where I noticed in the country, especially the silence. In the city there is always loud, too many cars to honk, too many street vendors who call out their goods to many shops, the sound for the entire road with salsa.
are after a few days ago we drove to Medellín, and have the same love at first sight in this city. Nestled in a large valley surrounded by green mountains, on whose slopes stick to the suburbs, it has exactly all the things I miss in Barranquilla: There are beautiful roads with many small individual shops, cafes, churches, museums, culture, nice restaurants and bars, everything green unbelievable, there are people (!) running through the streets, squares, a beautiful botanical garden club also runs other music except Vaillenato times, people do not all have the same style, we have even seen punks (! Something like would never give in Barranquilla! ..) and the whole city is just much more alive, more varied and colorful as Barranquilla. (I want to B / Quilla not do too bad, at least I had a really great time here, but with the rest of the country, the city can not keep up easily.)
It was amazing to see much in Medellín, at some point I am torn in the middle of the city a flip flop and I had until the next business run barefoot, another time we ended up in a very strange house, I automatically think of "the-door-that's crazy" for Asterix and Obelix remembered. On the lowest level pictures were exhibited, and above offices, further above, a retiree-singing group and the top of the roof beams, we have finally seen with about 5 others astray a very good Belgian film. The funniest part of Medellín was I think the weather: Finally in 30 ° C, the day warm enough for top and short pants, but at night you could sometimes wear jeans or even a cloth! What boundless possibilities of variety that offers suddenly! Because of the cold, we were much more active, up here on the coast, the hot weather makes one lazy.
mid-December we went (reluctantly) moved away from Medellin to Bogota and. As it was, above all, first cold and dark and gray and vast. In time, my city has fallen more and more. 8 million inhabitants. What that means is a first-of Monserrate, the scenic mountain on the outskirts of the city aware of: It's huge! A huge crowd of people passed every day through the streets, It is almost always traffic jam, street vendors sell fishing routes and USB sticks begging, many people and living on the street, in between many apparently rich people, gray businessmen, international, tourists at the entrance doors of the shops call distributors and sellers of their goods, it is a complete mess of shapes, colors, smells and noise. The cultural offer of the city is huge, it is impossible to watch all the museums, churches, major roads and parks.
order but at least a bit to see what, Hannah and I went one evening in a show of tango and regional dances. The corresponding ad in the paper looked very professionally, and so we thought we could expand our cultural knowledge of something. Over the time, but quickly realized that they were not quite certain professionals, but rather the presentation evening, a dance school with classes for all ages and abilities. The younger ones were even quite good, but there was also a group with 70 years upwards, which barely walk, much less could dance for what would have been funny enough in itself, if there had not yet mitgetanzt a woman who simply do nothing could. It is hard to describe how unbelievably funny it was, but every time it is different again against whom encountered, has started a dance or completely wrong with an upside-dressed mask half blind tripping over the stage, we had to laugh more, and when the lights came on we were really in tears. On the same evening we found a bar where they have fantastic way sells mulled wine. Real mulled wine! Although the wine glass with sugar rim, but otherwise quite authentic. The next day Hannah
is flown to Argentina with her boyfriend, I was little done in Bogotá alone, have a bike ride (God, how I miss my bike got !..), Duitama visited friends in (one of the typical small towns in the department Boyacá. Great environment, all very traditional, all very religious) and was the last three days, again with John, a rather funny Ami in Bogotá.
was back after a 36-hour bus trip all in Barranquilla, as always, hot, Vaillenato the typical Costeños, the Chaos Villa ... Christmas, we celebrated here in the house, Emily, Christian, the French and me, it was far from Christmas, but beautiful. We have a few banana tree leaves decorated with streamers and an incredible amount of cooked and eaten, mulled wine made and us on our very carefully selected gifts happy (I have a glitter plastic crown and a foam rubber puzzle to get the human body, Emily, they have a plastic lure with magnetic fish and a 5-liter Jerry cans donated.).
was during the last two weeks, then my family here, of course it was great, after 5 minutes it was again, as always, we traveled a lot, were in Cartagena, diving in Taganga (the Bavarian Instructor Max, a 50 - year old rocker, who was tattooed from head to toe and at his chest Plus Size marked "Bavaria" was emblazoned ..) and the Parc Tayrona.
now I'm back in Barranquilla and plan my next trip. First it goes to a 6-day trek to Ciudad Perdida in the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, and then look again. Choose from the Amazon to visit a shaman, Cali, in the desert La Guajira, Waterfall Climbing in San Gil pick, coffee in the Zona Cafetera and a thousand other things ... I try to write again as soon as possible, so that is not always so much at once.
Until then, all best wishes in the snow envy you a bit. I booked the rest now and I'm 31 March. Looking forward to you.
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