we had no trouble. arrive to Bogota early in the morning and found a hostel, dumped our stuff and then with our new found australian friend tricia we made our way out the the salt cathedral. it was a pretty long trip out there but it was really nice. all made in an old salt mine up to 100meters underground, it was huge!!! we started on a spanish speaking tour but then found there was an english option which we then joined half way through so we missed out on a bit of info but it was still very impressive, then after a bit of lunch we headed back to bogota.
 
next day we tried to get to the police museum to see some paublo escobar stuff but it wasnt open so we amused ourselves with colombian shopping and some chocolate con queso.... hot chocolate into which you put a peice of mozzerella style chesse?! not as bad as it sounds but probably a one time only for me.
 
that night we went out to the airport to get our flight down to lima. from lima we flew to Tacna at the bottom of peru.

armenia near the coffee region, it was a bit dodgey so we had a bit of a wander then found somewhere to eat. got to experience colombian consumme, a type of soup that we found many a treasure in inclding kidneys, skin and chicken feet to name a few...not cool!!!
 
next morning we went o our way to salento, right in the coffee reigon. stayed in a wicked hostel called the plantation. that afternoon we took a walk for an hour or so out to two coffee plantations. the first was really small and all organic... the owner was 70 plus and the sweetest man, spoke no english but endevoured to make sure we understood the process, was a great experience. the next one was a bit bigger and alot less personal but still interesting, they also grew the family of flowers which the "birds of paradise" flowers are in, very pretty.
 
just hung out that night then got up early in the morning to go out to the middle of know where to see wax palms, the are super tall and skinny and just generally pretty cool. we took a jeep out there that had a max capacity of aboput 8 people and we ended up with 17 people on it/in it/hanging from it, was rather amusing, then had a three hour round trip hike...i tell you i really am too lazy for that sort of carry on!!!!
 
took a night bus out that night to bogota as we had been assured that night buses were no longer a danger.

now just about to go find some food and probaby a cerveça or two. we are making our way over to bogota for a flight to the bottom of peru on the 7th (which was spastically expensive by the way and nearly killed us!

that afternoon we went and found some food and then stumbled across a bar called EL pub, had a shamrock on the outside so had to be good huh?! we went in at about 5pm and started chatting to gabriel the owner, he was a very cool cat, at 10pm we were still there and he started to close the bar so he could take us out to a salsatech, about 12am and already rather boozed we set off to find the happening place. we ended up in the next town at a pretty cool place.
 
 
there was only one bar tender for the whole place so you bought your drinks by the bottle (eg bottke of vodka, rum etc) our hosts got us a bottle of aguadiente (local fire water) wholey moley!!! i tried to be sneaky and hide some of the bottle in an empty water glass which our friend then poured into my glass cause he thought it was water......fast acting Karma id say!
 
next day i was nursing a wee hang over and Gabriel came and picked us up at lunch time for our escorted city tour, he took us into town and showed us everything..it was wicked. was quite funny cause even he was amazed at the excessive attention we attracted, cars pulling over etc :) hot property we were!! that evening we went back and had a few drinks with him and then treated ourselves to a tapas restaurant that he also part owned, it was amazing!!! then back to EL pub where i remained until 7am... there is alot to be said for a lock in!!
 
next day we sorted our lives out ish and then got on a bus to armenia near the coffee regioned us!).

 pretty little town where all the bildings are white. exceptionally evasive eating establishments though. normally no sign and a shut possibly locked door! of course they are open !?¿

one little old lady thought it would be a good idea to see what was in my pockets but all she found was a used tissue so that must have been dissapointing
 
looked around there this morning then on a bus to Cali one of the bigger cities.

next morning on a bus to the border of colombia. was very hassle free apart from some long ques. then on a bus on the other side to pasto. got there and found a hostel (koala backpackers) and had some dinner with some friendly direction from the hostel owner, 'dont walk that way, dont walk that way, its not safe' etc. next morning had a look around and some good colombian coffee. then on a bus to popayan
 

Well, the first impression wasn't bad, because the lobby looks pretty nice. The rooms are actually not bad, the only problem is that they are TINY. They have nice comfy beds and all that good stuff, but they're just too small. The pool area is okay. It's a lap pool at the roof top of the building, and the gym has a couple treadmills and bikes and that's about it. The breakfast buffet couldn't be better, and if you wanna eat at the hotel or order room service it actually has a reasonable place. NOTE: Be careful if you're eating with somebody else and getting separate checks. They have a weird tendency to mess them up and you'll end up having a bill at the end of your stay that doesn't correspond to what you expected at all, and they won't do anything about it. It happened to a bunch of us.

Amazing new hotel in a very good area of Medellin. It's attached to a mall that has a small food court and a couple nice restaurants, but if you want a cheapest shopping area, there's the Oviedo Mall pretty close and a big grocery store also pretty cheap. The hotel rooms are very nice and the service in the hotel couldn't be better. Everybody is nice and helpful though not always efficient.... The pool area and the gym are very good even though they close at 6pm. The only bad thing is the internet connection. They charge you 6 USD a day which is not too bad, but the problem is that it will be very slow or not work at all unless you sit on the floor next to the door.... I recommend going down the food court of the mall, it's a hotspot and it works very well. They have a decent buffet for breakfast which is a plus.

Seems I have been trying to get settled in for a long time. I have found a job and have been teaching English for almost a month now. Was very nervous at first, but fell naturally into teaching and actually quite enjoy it. Right now I am working with an company that has contracts with international companies to teach their employees English. This is a big thing here as most companies, whether they actually have an institute or not, will send their teachers offsite to give classes. There are tons of international companies here and the ESL market is huge. The only problem is that when living in Bogota, trying to get people to speak with you in Spanish is a challenge. Everyone and their mother wants to practice their English. At the moment, the company is not giving me enough hours and I am beginning to seek out private students. They pay better anyways.

The visa remains an issue. Still trying to work out something to stay here permanently. Feel all is going to be ok, but still can't help freaking out about it.

Although I have only been in Bogota for less than two months. I am now embarking on my third room. I first found a room in an area called Chapinero Alto. I loved the area and it was in great location to transportation and tons of bars and cafes... and clubs. I was renting from this freak of a landlady who was way too anal for my liking. I thought I was cheap, but she takes the cake. I could handle renting from her only one month and then found a room in an area called Candelaria. Candelaria is the oldest part of Bogota, beautiful, packed with universities, bars, this area has all the retro people and hippies, great artesan markets. Overall a great place to live. As far as I know it has most of the best salsa dancing clubs around. Although the area is awesome, I am not digging the people I am living with. I like one guy and get along with him fine. They are all very young college students, smoking dope, listening to music and living in filth. The house I'm renting at and the area I'm living in makes me realize just how old I am.  Thus, have decided to seek a place back in Chapinero.  Sidetracking a little..... people asking your age here is incredibly common and very uncomfortable. That actually is the second question. First, we are you from and then, how old are you. I have come to have them guess and adjust the age by a couple of years up or down depending on the person I am speaking with. More fun that way..... And they all believe me to be a lot younger than I am. In reality, I'd rather not tell people my age and have them believe whatever makes them happy..... :)

Back to the housing situation.....
I met a girl the first night I arrived in Bogota at a couchsurfing meeting. We have been hanging out since and have become quite good friends. We just found an apartment and will be moving in the first of next month. It's a three bedroom, two bath apartment in a great location. Funny thing..... Just how everything works in my life. I was walking on that street last week and thinking that I wanted to find something there. I went to a couple of housing apartments, called cupos, which are for university students.....very much like dorms... and asked around in that area. Nothing was available...... Turns out that a guy I work with rents a room in the same building and asked the owners if there were any rooms available.... There were three rooms in the same apartment. My friend and I are taking two and will be seeking a third flatmate.

Looks like the housing situation is improving.... Now, attention needs to be focused on finding enough private students to make ends meet and taking care of my visa...... Until all that is done, I have very little to say....

Oh, that actually is a lie. The project with the University of Rosario is actually very interesting and has taken a couple of interesting twists  and turns. While thinking that I was going to assist in the project, it seems that I have been relegated to a position of permaculture consultant. When learning that I have worked on permaculture projects and have a certificate in permaculture design, the urban ag team asked that I give them workshops on permaculture. Therefore, yesterday was the first workshop and next there will be a series of 6 workshops on different aspects of permaculture. In addition to this twists, it looks like I will soon be developing a research project and will be working with the university to write a research paper on the project. I have been in contact with a university in toronto about making this a collaborative project, but I am still waiting a response. This same university offers a course online, via the same organization that is supporting the project here.... I'm trying to get in somehow.... I'll find a way...

I promise next, I'll write more about life in Colombia..... For right now, I am totally loving it here. I love the city, the people, the food, the nightlife. There is so much to do and so many opportunities..... I am staying incredibly busy and meeting amazing people...... Right now I don't want to think about leaving....

I rode from Ipiales to Cali, Colombia via the Fronteras/Bolivariana bus.  The coach was very nice and clean in contrast to the buses I rode in Ecuador.  The ride was long, much longer than the 8 or 9 hour estimate that I was given.  We left Ipiales at 11:30 a.m., to arrive at 11:30 p.m. in Cali.  I was uncertain about the taxis when I got to the terminal so I spoke to two very nice Colombian Nacional Police officers that helped me arrange a ride.  They called the hostel and confirmed the location and directions and then gave that information to a cab driver and confirmed the amount I should pay for the ride.  The Colombian Police were so nice and helpful and I very much appreciated their assistance.  

The quaint and lovely hostel I found online - Casa Agua Canela was definitely not so lovely in person.  As the cab was driving along I became concerned as I saw that residential neighborhood was rather downtrodden and the Cali image that came to mind was more of Compton, California.   I had prepaid a deposit of $5.00 USD using www.bookhostels.com, but I accept the loss and I assume that the person I corresponded with via email; Esperanza Trujillo, gets lots of $5 deposits but never sees the travelers.

It was strange to be back in Bogota, for the first time in almost 8 months of traveling I was going somewhere that I had been before, somewhere at least somewhat familiar. Although by now, the beginning of my trip seems so far away but at the same time just like yesterday. I was last in Bogota right around the beginning of the new year. On my first visit I managed to hit the high points such as the gold musuem, Monserrate, and Zipaquira. For this time I wanted to hit a few things that I missed the first time as well as just hang out for the last few days of my vacation. Since I liked Bogota the first time I was here I was also interested to see how it would hold up after the hundreds of other cities that I had visited on my trip.

My first impression was that I had come to the right conclusion after my first stay here. The climate is very nice here, with warm sun during the day but cold at night due to the 8,500 foot elevation. There was some occasional rain, but nothing very heavy and never lasted very long. Compared to the other South American cities I thought that Bogota had the perfect balance between being modern enough without losing much of its traditional culture, that along with the warmth and friendliness of the people makes for a great combination. Since the gold musuem was being renovated the last time I was here I went back to see if they had finished the renovations but sadly they still hadn´t finished and the same temporary collection was on display at the Botero Musuem. The old section of the Candelaria was the same as I remembered but this time I was able to visit the archealogical musuem there that I didn´t get to the first time. The musuem had an extensive collection of pottery from the various indigenous groups in Colombia but sadly they don´t allow you to take pictures. Another musuem that I visited was the Museo Nacional, a huge musuem in what used to be the main prison in Bogota, with extensive collections on the history of Colombia and the discovery of South America with the clash between the Spanish and the native people. Since I wasn´t going back up to Monserrate I decided to go up to the top of Colpatria tower, located in downtown Bogota, where there is a viewpoint on the 46th floor and excellent panoramic views of the city. As it was Sunday, the main street, the Septima, was closed to traffic and filled with cyclists, rollerbladers, and walkers and the sidewalks were lined with vendors and some performers, a nice and pleasant atmosphere. 

Nearby the tower is the Plaza de Toros and luckily my visit happened to coincide with the 12th annual Summer Festival and they were holding free bullfights on Saturday and Sunday. I hadn´t been able to catch a bullfight yet in South America so I was interested to see this traditional cultural event. The stadium was packed with people and the bulls were as big as 350kg and the crowd really got going when some of the matadors performed some behind the back olays and other daring maneuvers. This was especially true at the end after the alcohol that everyone was consuming had taken affect. Although the whole spectacle was rather gruesome and led to some families taking their crying kids away, it was definitely authentic South American.

I also made a trip to San Andresito, a big marketplace where they sell all sorts of gray and black market goods and discounted items such as sunglasses, watches, electronic stuff, perfume, and footwear. There are some stalls selling pirated movies for about $1.50 a disc and they have seriously extensive catalogs of movies with everything you could want. Some 15 blocks away is the central market in Bogota where they have all sorts of different tropical fruits and juices that are so good, something I´ll certainly miss once I get back to the United States.

Amidst the immense complex of city parks is the Botanical Garden. Bogota´s elevation and climate give it the versatility to support many kinds of plants and the outdoor collection of plants ranges from paramo to cloud forest to semi-arid forests. There is an indoor greenhouse that contains every warmer habitat from tropical rainforest, complete with artificial rain from the sprinklers, to total desert in the very next room.

Considering the other big South American cities I found Bogota to be my favorite. While Buenos Aires, my second favorite, was also very nice, the problem with Buenos Aires is that in many parts of the city you could look around and what you would see could literally place you anywhere in the world. It is nice enough but it doesn´t really have any charisma or anything to really draw you in, in addition to being so touristed, which also makes things less enticing. I´m glad that I was fortunate enough to spend my last few days here but now, after 8 months on the road, it is finally time to go home.

I thought I should write about my weekend, because sitting at the office right now, I can't concentrate at all. Is it the extreme exhaustion? Or the fact that it was such an amazing trip that in my head I'm still there? Who knows... but let's write.

The troopers: Jens, a German guy I met here in Bogota, Torsten, his visiting friend, Cami, my best friend, and well, me.

Destination: The Coffee Zone.

Mode of Transportation: Flota, translating to "very-dangerous-bus"

Day 1.

We left on Thursday at 3:30 in the afternoon, and enjoyed a nine-hour bus ride! It was quite decent though, since we sat in the front, the chairs were very nice and comfortable, and the driver, a careful one. The German guys had wanted to go by plane, but the only way Cami could come on the trip was if we took the bus, and it was a fantastic idea. The view of the mountains, the sky, the crops, was so beautiful it became almost romantic. We got to Armenia at around midnight, having slept slightly and being extremely excited. There was a foreshadowing of it being a quite fantastic weekend.

Casa Jardin Zen
What made our short trip a memorable one was our decision to change where we spent the night on each night. We arrived to the Casa Jardin Zen pretty late, but were so awed by its beauty that we stayed up for a while, just going up and down the stairs, trying unsuccessfully to go outside, checking out all the rooms and their unique design... Cami and I went to sleep while the German boys went to a nearby and empty bar to look for a mojito.

Oh wait. Before going to sleep we did definetely get attacked by a huge spider... ok not attacked, but it was freaking us out as much as possible just by crawling on the other side of the room. It crawled out the balcony, and we were happy. Already in bed cami tickled me in a spider kind of way and my reflex was to smack her in the arm, quite hard I must say.

Sorry Cami, I really don't like spiders.

Day 2

I got woken up by the crowing of a rooster at... nine? Maybe it was a hangover rooster who woke up to late to crow... who knows. It was still a wonderful way to wake up. Cami and I started taking pictures of our magnificent view from our room in the second floor. Mountains... again, as green as they could get. It was quite the honeymoon sweet. We went down to wake up the guys and have some breakfeast. The owner of the house, who is called "La Mona", was certainly mad at us for being so loud the night before, but we won her over with our charm and she ended up helping us quite a bit. After taking a shower in a bathroom where anyone in the living room could see me with my head full of foam, we left, on to negotiate a day with a cab driver to he would take is to the Valle de Cocora.

El Valle

It took us some time to get up there, but once we did, it was oh-so worth it. The palm trees are called "palmas de cera" and they are the Colombian national tree. There are only six species in existence, five are in Colombia, and four in this valley. It is really one of the most beautiful landscapes I've ever seen. Right there we ate some trout that had been fished in the nearby river, with patacones., Yuuuum. good stuff. Then the driver took us to where we would be staying our second night, The Hippie Hilton. And no, I'm not kidding. This was the name.

Hippie Hilton

Georgio, the owner, welcomed us with a big hug and many crazy things, including his museum of meteorites and other archeological discoveries, and the bed where Simon Bolivar spent a couple of nights. He also had a couple of snakes, the mice to feed them, and a litter of newborn golden retrievers. Our sort-of-tent was one of many, each of them with a different theme. One resembled and amazon-type cabin, the other, a trailer, and there was one filled with glow-in-the-dark stickers. Ours, was decorated with records and Beatles posters, had a hammock, a water bed, a rustic kitchen and a small fridge. The toilet was separated from the rest of the room only by a piece of cloth. The shower was outside, and it only reached up to the shoulders. The river, only steps away, could lull us into sleep. After hanging out for a while in this very trippy place, we went to the nearby town of Salento to buy ourselves some dinner. We arrived to this town in a small bus, walked around, had some beers in the town square, and went to a very Colombian slaughter house to get our well-deserved-dead cow. After waiting a long time for a bus, we got back to the Hilton, Jens marinated the beef while Torsten started the fire and Cami and I just took pictures. :) The night was awesome, a little cold but quite sureal.

Day 3

El Parque del Cafe
After some laughs while each of one took showers and the others attempted to take pictures, we decided to go back to Armenia to the bus terminal, so we could get to El Parque Del Cafe. When we finally got there we decided we didn't want to go on any attractions, since we know that there are far better ones in other parts of the world, but the coffee experience was well needed. We went on the cable car up and down, walked some trails through bamboos and coffee plants, Torsten got bit by humongous ants and Cami and I tried to teach them about rural legends. Then we had lunch at a very-touristic-therefore-not-so-good place where Jens made Torsten eat a Bandeja Paisa. It is a Colombian dish, typical from the area, that has beans, ground beef, pork, sausage, rice etc. Torsten hated it.

Canopy
After such a suculent lunch we went to do Canopy, and we had a great time climbing up trees (with ladders jaja) and then launching of with pulleys to the next tree. A Tarzan-like experience, giving un a great view of plaintain crops and bamboo dwellings. It took and hour. We were exhausted. We had FUN.

Delirio

Our last stay in another century. We arrived to this huge hacienda, filled with antiques and paintings, with a nice pool and too many rooms. After taking a dip in the pool we got ready and set off to Montenegro for a night of adventuuureee. After looking for a decent place to eat, a little beggar kid took us to a decent place where we ate some more trucha. After this, we went off to find a party spot. Everyone in this little town stared at us, since well, we were speaking in English and Jens is probably the blondest person many of them had ever seen. We went inside a small club, had some drinks, Cami and Torsten got attacked by the local people (With kindness I must say.. many of them wondering where we were from and if they wanted to spend the night at their house) and after not much more of this we took a cab back to the delirio. Then, we sat by the pool, looked at the stars, talked for a couple of hours and went to sleep in our huge rooms, of the huge, fancy house, that was certainly haunted.

Day 4
The last day of our trip. We had a good breakfeast in Delirio's huge dining room, and then headed off to Armenia to meet with Jens' mentor and his very mexican wife. They are quite a fantastic couple, and I noticed how happy they were, and how long they had been together. I wish that fate for each and every one of us. We had ajiaco for lunch with the same fantastic view that we had the first day from the Casa Jardin Zen. Then it was time for us to go on the bus, this trip only taking 6 hours, because our driver was a little deranged. It seemed longer though, because of our lack of AC. Good trip, good times.

Leaving Merida early in the morning I caught a mini-bus for San Cristobal a five hour ride through some winding mountain roads. A quick change of mini-buses later and I was on yet another even smaller mini-bus for the hour and half ride to San Antonio, the Venezuelan town on the Colombian border. By the time we began to approach San Antonio a traffic jam due to road construction through some doubt as to whether I would actually be able to make it to the immigration office before it closed at an unspecified time. With some luck I managed to arrive at the immigration office at around 4:30pm. I knew before coming that you have to pay a departure fee to get your Venezuela stamp but I had no idea how much. There were signs posted in the office that the charge was 46 Bolivars but the office didn't actually sell whatever it was that you were paying for, to pay the fee you had to go across the road to a little kiosk place that sold these stamps, why one single office couldn't handle both tasks I do not know. Now the stamps were naturally only sold in increments of 10 Bolivars so you had to buy 5 and they were unable to give you any change! Yet another completely nonsensical and incomprehensible Venezuelan thing, I mean why not just say the charge is 50 Bolivars?? Anyways, after purchasing this nicely paper-clipped bundle of five stamps you have to bring them back over to the immigration office where they take them and do nothing with them; no information is recorded on them and they are not placed into your passport but probably simply brought back across the street at the end of the day and resold the next. Perhaps a simple receipt might be more practical, I don't know. Then you get your exit stamp and are on your way to Colombia, a short walk away.

The border is spanned by a bridge, under which runs a fast moving creek. While crossing the bridge we witnessed several people using an overloaded bicycle to, in all likelihood, transfer contraband goods across the border in plain sight of everyone on the bridge. As I took a picture they began to wave at me and yell incomprehensible things, hinting at their potential guilt. After receiving stamps at the Colombian DAS office we proceeded past the customs checkpoint. On the other side of the customs checkpoint were row upon row of gas canisters containing gas siphoned out of cars coming from Venezuela for re-sale to Colombians. In Venezuela gas costs about 3 cents per liter after the siphoning the Colombians were re-selling it at 40 cents a liter. In Colombia gas costs a little over $1 a liter. You have to love the black market created by the absurd cost of Venezuela´s gas. What surprised me was how openly everything took place. I am sure the same thing happens on the Brazilian border where gas in Brazil costs $1.50 a liter, but it is relegated to back streets or warehouses somewhere out of sight.

I had been reading up in the guide book about what a dangerous place Cucuta was, a center for contraband activity and smuggling, and filled with thieves and con-men. From what I saw that was far from the truth. On the way into the centro we passed a massive modern shopping center in the nicest looking building that I have probably seen since Buenos Aires. The entire central district was surprisingly posh and upscale field with well dressed people lining up to take out money and well-lit stores selling expensive foreign name brands. The pleasant and clean nature of the city was in sharp contrast to the every other Venezuelan city that I had seen except for Merida.

While waiting in line for the ATM I ended up talking with this woman who was from Bogota and on her way to Caracas for a business trip. She proceeded to tell me how she dislikes Venezuela, especially Caracas, because the police have extorted money from her by telling her that her documents were false and other such scams. To prevent this she showed me that she bought a Venezuela hat bearing the colors of the flag and the stars that she wears when walking around the city to deflect suspicion. But since Chavez has come to power he, has added an eight star to the flag, representing the Venezuelan state of the disputed border land with Guyana, which has been under dispute since 1966; and her hat, an older model, only has seven stars so she was going to buy another one this trip. As I was talking to this woman two younger girls came up and stood around us and waited. I asked them if I could help them and they asked if I could correct a sentence of an ad that they were copying into English. Unfortunately it was so poorly translated that I had to rewrite the whole thing for them. By now every one that passed by on the street would stop briefly to see what was going on and our little group had almost reached the status of a street performance in this untouristed city. After this was accomplished the woman we met had to go back to the bus terminal and so we went with her and she helped us buy cheap bus tickets to Bogota and set the Swiss guy that was with us up with a super nice hotel room across from the terminal for about $18 a night. What was amazing to me, in just this hour or two that I had been in Colombia was how friendly and helpful the people were; even without asking for help they would offer it. In Venezuela I met some very friendly people when I did ask for help but for the most part, while not being unhelpful, many people were indifferent. But more of my thoughts about the countries at a later time.

Our bus ride to Bogota was a long one, taking about 17 hours as our bus took the back road from Cucuta to Bogota via a paved road to Pamplona and then a very twisty unpaved road through the night. In the morning I awoke to large green mountains and river valleys as our bus passed from one small town to the next picking up and letting off people along the way, the majority of these towns weren´t on the maps but had pretty plazas and nice churches as well as people wearing traditional ponchos. For my last bus ride of this trip it was a very fitting one, long and scenic, and off the beaten track.  

Besides the chance to improve my Spanish my trip to Colombia was also fueled by my desire to experience the Colombian Culture once again, and what's culture without food?? This blog will be dedicated to the delicious foods of Colombia. I encourage you to do your homework on these delicious foods!

Breads:
Pan De Queso, Pan de Yuca, Buñuelos, Empanadas, Pan de Maíz.

Arepas (Colombian equivilant to the tortilla):
Arepa de Maíz, Arepa de Chocolo, Arepa de Yuca, Arepae'huevo.

Vegetables/Side Dishes:
Yuca, rice, beans, platanos (verde, maduro or fried), hogao, chorizo, morcilla, chicharron, avacado.

Main Dishes:
Bandeja Paisa, Sancocho, Ajiaco.

Fruits:
Anything, they're all amazing!

Desserts:
Flan, Tres Leches, Bocadillos, Arequipe, Crepes.

Nos vamos de Providencia. Esperamos a Federico nuestro taxi durante un rato, mientra nos despedimos de la gente del hotel que nos atendio muy bien.

Cuando llegamos a la isla habiamos acordado con el mismo taxi  que nos llevo hasta el hotel , que nos pasaria a recoger el dia de la partida y a la hora  que lo esperariamos. Pero como temiamos este nunca llego, asi que llamamos a otro y partimos rumbo al aeropuerto. Federico nos fallo esto es un mal recuerdo de este viaje ya que confiabamos en el.

Realizamos los tramites correspondientes y esperamos que llegara nuestro pequeño avion que nos llevaria de regreso a San Andres. Partimos puntualmente a las 10:15 sin ningun inconveniente. Nuestro vuelo fue tranquilo y aterrizamos en San Andres a las 10:55.

En el aeropuerto de San Andres esperamos hasta la 01:15 la hora de nuestra partida.

Ultimo dia en providencia. Nos fuimos en moto a playa Manzanillo a disfrutar de la playa y el sol, pero cuando llegamos comenzo a llover, por suerte duro poco y al rato salio el sol. Nos depedimos de la playa con un par de coco loco y coco fresa.

Continuamos con nuestro viaje, de alli fuimos a una playa solitaria, no recuerdo su nombre, ubicada entre Agua Dulce y Pueblo Viejo. Sobre la carretera hay un pequeño cartel que indica donde hay que bajar. Dejamos nuestra moto y comenzamos a caminar por un sendero durante unos diez minutos llegamos a una pequeña playa donde  no habia nadie, solo nosotros dos, pero el lugar estaba un poco sucio asi que nos quedamos un rato y volvimos a desandar el camino por donde entramos.

Llegamos hasta Agua Dulce y fuimos hasta la playa, aqyui hay un poco mas de genta ya que en esta zona se encuentran la mayoria de las cabañas para los turistas. Estuvimos el resto del dia en este lugar y regresamos a nuestro hotel.

Nos vamos de Providencia con la sensacion de haber conocido cada rincon de la isla y un lugarcito mas de este planeta que pudimos visitar. La sensacion es que en este lugar hay mucha paz y gente muy calida un verdadero paraiso.