If you're traveling to Colombia, visit Medellin, Cartagena, Barranquilla and Bogotà, because that's where the airport is. Rarely do you go to Cali, the capital of dancing. Our author visited Cali and got to know a Colombia far away from tourism. With the movie "Somos Calentura" this Colombia is now in the world cinemas.
A faint beam of light falls on the floor of our hotel room. I squeeze my face against the bars and try to catch a glimpse of the street through the small crack in the fast-moving clinker brick wall that covers our hotel window. There are few people to see, the small park in front of the hotel is abandoned in the bleak light of dusk. A group of men are standing in the corner of the house, they seem to be engaged in a serious conversation.
In the middle of the jungle of the Colombian Sierra Nevada lies the Ciudad Perdida - The Lost City. For 350 years she was lost to the outside world until she accidentally spotted a hunter. A four-day trek leads to the remnants of an ancient Tayona civilization. An experience report on fleeting encounters with the Kogi Indians and a puppet show in the jungle.
How exactly I came here, that's another story. Maybe it was Providence. Providence. Some inhabitants of the island are of the opinion that only the chosen ones come here.
No roads, no internet, no television: The Parque Nacional Tayrona on the Atlantic coast of Colombia promises seclusion and tranquility. It's a place where switching off and unplugging is easy.
With my few words of Spanish I asked some locals from Bogotá if I could take a picture of them - they all agreed immediately.
Actually, I wanted to cross Mexico by bike, then had canceled that again and my sailing friend Victor meant, after all, that Colombia should be such a great bike travel country. Then here. I've bought a passable but good-looking scrap wheel for € 75, put in € 100 again, designed a do-it-yourself bike bag system and then it was almost ready to go. Nearly.
I had a slightly disturbed relationship with vegetables. Now I should learn - just in Colombia - from my vegetarian travel friends something about tolerance.
A German "Gringo" all alone in a coach with Colombian locals. For 30 hours ...
The sand on the Colombian Pacific coast is dark. A few years ago, this was a region important to the cocaine trade, so tourism was not possible here. The security situation is now stable and almost all regions of this other Colombian coast are now accessible. And although the scenery is picturesque, I feel a little bit lonely.
A little boy appears and asks with a roguish look: "Coca ..?"