It’s funny how time tend to move so quickly, but yet so slowly when traveling. For three weeks I’d been touring through Cuba, Jamaica and Grand Cayman, followed by a week in Miami, and that’s quite a lot to squeeze into just one month.
Staying at casa particulares (homestays) in Cuba, listening to reggae and learning about the rastafari way of life (“it’s not a religion, it’s a relation”) in Jamaica, sorting out our finances in the Cayman islands (by that I mean finding out how much we’d overspent), and sipping cocktails during the day in Miami, I really got a feel for the places we went to. Left with so many impressions and experiences, it’s hard to believe that it all had happened in the time frame of a month.
At the same time the weeks passed by quickly, and before I knew it, my travel companions had gone back to their jobs and daily lives at home. With no intention of being that sensible, rather aiming on spending the rest of my savings, my journey was to continue solo. Having a soft spot for the southern part of the americas, my next destination was Colombia.
Despite that most of my friends asked me to avoid Colombia (I could get shot, kidnapped or tricked into smuggling drugs), I couldn’t wait to explore the new destination. However, with the combo of traveling solo and not knowing a single soul in the country, I felt a little jittery when I sat down at the gate. Would Colombia be the exciting and beautiful country that I imagined, or was I about to send myself straight into the arms of the guerilla?
However, with the combo of traveling solo and not knowing a single soul in the country, I felt a little jittery when I sat down at the gate. Would Colombia be the exciting and beautiful country that I imagined, or was I about to send myself straight into the arms of the guerilla?
Since I’ve only been here for four days, that question is yet to be answered, but so far there’s been no sign of the guerilla. What I have seen, though, is beautiful scenery, a volcanoe filled with warm mud and an impressive amount of tropical fruit.
I’ve also seen how fast bug-bites can swell, and for those of you who think traveling for 2,5 months is glamorous; the last two photos show how my sleeping arrangements will look like for the next few weeks. The glam-factor could probably have been higher!
The plan for now is to stay in Cartagena for a few more nights, try and get to some of the islands, and then head further up the coast to Tayrona. I’m not quite sure when I’m off to Ecuador yet, but that’s one of the advantages about travelling solo; where I go only depends on wherever’s more fun.
The downside of traveling alone?
Realizing that I walked around like this for a long time. talking to a lot of different people. None brave enough to tell me that my face was covered in mascara mess, though. Travel tip: If you do take a mud bath in a volcanoe, make sure you get hold of a mirror afterwards.