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... Dominic and Shelley, a couple we'd met in the jungle, so we combined forces and used our bargaining power to get two double rooms for half the price. Genius! We stayed in a lovely hostel which had so many plants inside it felt like we were back in the jungle again! The four of us headed out for some dinner and we spent a couple of hours sampling Colombian beer and chatting about travels - a nice way to spend our first night in a new ...
... and on cramped buses, making our way up into Columbia. Crossing over the border, we had some trouble with the officials. We must have been the first South African travelers they had in a while because none of them knew whether we needed a visa for Columbia or not. We insisted that we didn't (we had learnt from our Bolivia experience and researched it before, even emailed the embassy) and they finally let us through.
The first thing we discovered about ...
... apparently im safe just need to watch out for the jaguars and poisonous snakes then? lol.
I had a first this week i went on a motorbike for the first time, now even though i was only on it for 3 minuets and someone else was driving it was still pretty exciting for me and i can always say "yeah i did some motor biking in brazil" and technically i wont b lying. Im kinda coming to the end of ...
... and got a kid to take me on a mototaxi through the rest of the mud to inmigration office.There was military police with big guns and kids running and playing arround...And they all kept staring at me as I passed through!
There is a point where Brasil, Peru and Colombia find eachother, and just in 5 minutes you can be in one country or another. No frontiers, no strict control, anyone can cross boarders. But if you want to go further on ...
... every hour of every day on a boat can become quite monotonous.
They talked for a while before turning him around and smacking some shiny handcuffs on him and packing up all his stuff.
Apparently what had happened was not that he had cocaine stuffed into various body parts but that he had handed the police a fake ID.
Because he was a fugitive. From prison. For murdering someone.
Yes, that is correct. I slept next to and glared at a murderer.