I will never forget the look on the face of the Colombian peasant man. My wife explained to him only in Spanish, which I think under my arm is indeed a surfboard, despite the fact that we stood in a Colombian village that was located somewhere in the middle of the Andes, hundreds of miles away from any Ocean. After this news the man made a joke about us always bad directions. He flashed a smile and a mouthful of rotten teeth showed. Soonstuck after that, he shook his head, his hands in his pockets on the front of the hand-woven poncho Inca style, turned and walked down the only road in his town. When the man the center of the city reached a gust of wind swept down the street and blew off his black hat off his head. As I watched him chase after thinking through a cloud of dust, I, "I gotta 'get to the ocean."
I began to feel like a fish without water. Surfers do not live by the seadry out for too long, or they start to "". Then I got up that dirt road in the dusty little town, I realized that I had not seen the ocean in more than a month. More importantly, I had not surfed there. Halfway through a two months tour around the country from Colombia, South America, we were on our way to a small Caribbean beach resort on the northeastern edge of the land for a much needed break from the madness we had experienced on this trip. We had spent the holidaysTraveling from Bogotá to Medellín, and then returned to Bogota to meet and visit with various members of the family of my wife. There were some breakdowns on the road with pick-pockets and is guilty. Until that time, it was not funny, and we want to leave it at that.
Traveling on a tight budget in a foreign country is the best way to experience the true culture of the country, but it can be very taxing on your soul. We could not afford tickets to all on the flyCountry, so we had instead of buses and taxis to take. Some of those bus rides took two days to reach our goal. We drove through some of the most remote areas of Colombia to change bus and hail taxis the whole way. On the way we saw some of the most beautiful landscapes on earth, and some very interesting experience, intense, and strange things. Black magic and evil curses are practiced in many areas of Colombia, and I can not say more on this subject, for fear that youwould think of me as crazy. There are things that are not explained in this world, and many of them happen in Colombia.
There were other things that have happened with us that there were even more terrifying than black magic. Let's just say it's never a good thing for your bus stopped in the middle of the night by rough-looking men with machine guns on a winding, dark, mountainous road. The whole is another story for another time.
Back to our main story, we were about four hours Northof Bucaramanga, and waited to board or one of those colorful buses. All I was thinking about at this moment surfing and relaxing at this place called Tayrona. I was told you can in your own thatched-hut "choza" and watch the waves from your porch to sit. Sounds For those who surf are not familiar with the sport, which is about as good as it gets for a surfer.
It was not easy, that the implementation surfboard throughout Colombia. We landed in Bogota in the mid -Country a month ago, and I had to drag it is been around with our other luggage from a bus or taxi to the other. It was like I was living my own little version of the film
Fitzcaraldo, and my surfboard was the ship that was carried out for many miles of dry land. I was determined to be worth the trouble.
While we waited for our bus in the little mountain village we were greeted by the usual local people trying to sell us stuff flooded. My wife, with aColombian native who speaks for the majority of these negotiations. These small villages along the main streets of Colombia to live on money from people who are just passing through, or waiting for a bus. The indigenous people sell everything from bags of purified water), the "empanadas" (meat and potatoes stuffed with homemade corn meal sales from dough. My wife and I were surviving on food and water by humans for most of our trip made available. Amazingly, none of us hadSuffer from. However, most of them had been by this delicious meal, you must have the miracle of cooking and cleaning practices in a city that has no running water. Something tells me that if the cook can choose between using their last bucket of water to wash their hands before cooking, drinking water the next day they had to forgo the cleanliness. I tried not to think about such things on the trip. I just thought how much taste the homemade foods were having with their homemadeIngredients.
People certainly know how to cook in Colombia. Wow! The food in this country just seemed much more taste than the diet I have been used in the United States. We are really experienced the authentic food Colombia, "donuts", pandebonos "," arepas ", you name it and we tried it along
the ways. We were on a budget, yet eating very good food. The people, these foods were as poor as we could, but they could foods like nobody else in the world. TheFreshness, lack of pesticides and the nutrient-rich soils also have to do a lot to why the food tastes so good in Colombia.
After having our share of "empanadas", which we bought from a little old village woman with a hand-woven basket eaten, we were mixed for a fresh fruit smoothie ready. There were always several of these little smoothie stands in every town we stopped that, on the road, and we have always ensured that we are at least one sample. No matter how small of a state,vender always had the power to run their blender, ice box, and boom box. I immediately ordered a couple of "tomate de árbol" smoothies in a nearby stand, and then we offered to put us on the old wooden bench by the smoothie manufacturers.
We were told by the driver of the last bus that should be our next bus along in "no time". It was made my experience so far that the driver may or may not be correct. Sometimes the bus came right away and the transmission wentsmoothly. Another time we landed wait long periods between transfers. Those ones did not go so smoothly.
The mountain roads and leftist guerrillas loading areas, which can cause long delays, buses traveling through, to put it mildly. Hanging out waiting in the small town in the middle of nowhere in the foothills of the Andes on a bus was pretty nerve-wracking. The local population of these types of towns were always very suspicious of anyone who was left behind after a buscame through. Most people simply passed through. They were particularly suspect a gringo with a surfboard and a Colombian woman. It was a war in this country. Everywhere we went everyone wanted to know whose side we were. As we sat in this dusty backwater into a remote area of Colombia, I knew we had to wait for a long, agonizing.
Michael P. Connelly is an author and filmmaker who traveled some very unique places around the worldin search of adventures that make up the big stories.
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