Hotel Estelar Altamira
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In my last post I let the pictures do the talking. They do say a lot (1000 × 10 = 10000), in fact almost as much as I write for a more normal post. But what they say is purely... descriptive. It's not the thought-inspiring, introspective type of thing I like to aim for when I can. Sure, pictures of impoverished children and stuff can make you question your own life, but I just shared a bunch of pictures of mountains. If that helped you realize some profound truth, ...
... a number of river crossings on rickety old bridges that were only suitable for one person at a time. Due to the rain, the path was very muddy which was made much worse by the horses. At some points the path was barely passable, only a footwidth of solid ground between the ankle deep mud and steep mountain slope.
After 3 hours we finally made it to Finca La Montaņa, at ...
... boquio to catch a bus back - turns out it wasn't the best idea as it took like 2 hours and we had to go down this muddy and slippery path. But we made it back and then had Indian for lunch! Honesty to wasn't as good as it is back home but it was Indian! After we had this we walked around town a bit, I bought a bracelet and then we said goodbye to Kate and took the bus to Armenia to catch the bus to ...
... gladly took it, but realised I may be bedless the next day. I took a two minute walk to the main square and remembered why there are no rooms available, it was Salento´s fiesta. It was lovely to see this otherwise quiet village, come alive with music, dancing, crafts and plenty of fish at all the food stalls. I enjoyed my stroll but exhaustion from the night before quickly caught up with me.
My second day in Salento turned out to be my last, my premonition was right ...
... 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Today we took a four hour bus ride from Salento to Cali, the second biggest city in Colombia. We took a taxi to our hostel from the terminal, called Colombian Hostel. The owner of the hostel, Maurice, is an architect and turned his childhood home into a hostel. We decided to check out the town since we would only be staying in Cali for one night. Everyone was dressed up for Halloween and people ...