The Finer Details
Trip Start Dec 10, 2011
60Trip End Sep 29, 2012
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On the walk to the metro station, young boys still in their pyjamas on an errand for their Mum to the local shop, something forgotten for breakfast.
A lady sitting patiently with wet hair and a smock at the hairdressers, waiting for her hair to be cut.
The bustling bakery, people sitting outside with small plastic cups filled with tinto (coffee).
Three, possibly homeless men sifting through rubbish they've collected from outside people's homes; egg cartons, plastics, cardboard and other various items ready to sell them for a little money.
I hear loud music from a school quite a few days I walk by, I also hear latino music with strong beats from various people's homes. Anytime is party time here in Colombia.
I hear parrots and other birds chirping overhead, the sounds remind me of all the countries I have travelled to so far and of my time in London as there were lots of birds near my home.
I see, what I call 'the bird man' every day coming onto the terrace opposite my bedroom window, where I spent many hours sitting and writing, reflecting on my day and watching the wonderful view of the mountains surrounding the city. He comes outside to feed the birds, today I see that he is taking a shave right their in the open air. I smile to myself thinking about the simplicity of life in his eyes and if only everyone can have this view too, but then I remember never to judge by appearance and who knows what has happened in this man's life
There's the bright green, almost blinding colour, of the woman or man in an all in one jumpsuit at the traffic junctions selling the El Colombiano newspaper.
A cyclist holding on with one hand to the tow bar of a bus of a truck, to hitch a ride up the hill.
Two policeman walking up the tree lined paths of the district I am staying in, I greet them with 'Buenos Dias'.
Many small yellow taxis, beeping their horns to warn they are coming or to offer their services, buses.
Two male factory workers leaving for a break, chatting and smiling. They are dressed in white overalls.
The power walkers and joggers on their morning excercise routines.
The street vendors selling chewing gums, sweets, one cigarette if you want it or something for breakfast like various Colombian breads
On the metro, a lady gets up to let an elderly person sit down, same happens if anyone is carrying a child.
Mules ladened heavily with bricks in a traffic jam with our bus as we go down the mountains surrounding Medellin.
Two, three, four people on a "motocicleta", no helmets, weaving their way around the roads.
On the local bus we were given a treat, a man gets on with his portable music player speakers and gives a little introduction, before rapping badly to his music and asking for money as the bus jumps and swerves its way around the city streets. I chuckled to myself.
And to greet someone, it's an affectionate one kiss on the cheek followed by a smile.
This is Medellin. This is Colombia.