How Awesome Is That?
Now it's nearly time to go and leave this awesome country. So glad to be having Milka Chocolate, German Bread (no Chad, American Bread is never going to be as good however hard you try) and our awesome Chocolate and of course my FAMILY but also sad to be giving up backpacker life once again...Waking up to a new day full of surprises with awesome people you've just gotten to know or are going to know soon is just the greatest feeling I could ever imagine.
But who am I telling this to? Most of you probably know what I'm talking about, and if you don't I can only advise you to get you asses of your couches ASAP, put a backpack on and throw yourself into life >)
Where am I? I'm in Bogotá, the place where it all started 6 long weeks ago and I have to say I don't like it one bit more than I did the first time. It's the perfect place to go home from because once you're here you really want to leave. It's just so dangerous...everyone tells you how you have to be careful and don't go down this street because you could be robbed and well, I don't even feel like leaving the hostel anymore at all!
But besides that, I still love Colombia. Bogotá is just a piece of the puzzle that may be a bit ugly when there is also so many beautiful, breathtaking landscapes to see and so many warm welcoming locals to meet.
After Santa Marta I spent a few days in beautiful colonial Cartagena, including spending a night in a hammock at Playa Blanca which is the closest to a perfect Caribbean Beach I've ever seen,
then went to Medellín for way longer than I intended to (Casa Kiwi Hostel People RUlEzzzzzzzzz >D) eating Crepes and Waffles, going to the Manu Chao Concert and visiting Football Games (the closest to a civil war as it gets in colombia) and Aquariums and doing Paragliding and just having a blast pretty much with all these awesome people. From then I stayed in a Colombian Family with a friend of my flatmate and even though I was a bit sceptical in the beginning I soon loved the family with all my heart.
My last days were spent in La Serrana Eco Farm Hostel just outside Salento, once again a place I just refused to ever want to leave again from and once again with great people. Chad and Alex from Santa Marta were there, too, and I have to say if I could I would've spent like a month or more there. At least. No kidding. It's so awesome - you wake up and walk outside to see clouds hanging lazily in the morning sun shading the mountains around you, see hummingbirds in the flowers and then go upstairs for a breakfast ready made for you with fresh milk and yoghurt from the cows that live in the paddock right next to the hostel and maybe some fresh fruits or a smoothie.
How could life possibly get better?
But who am I telling this to? Most of you probably know what I'm talking about, and if you don't I can only advise you to get you asses of your couches ASAP, put a backpack on and throw yourself into life >)
Where am I? I'm in Bogotá, the place where it all started 6 long weeks ago and I have to say I don't like it one bit more than I did the first time. It's the perfect place to go home from because once you're here you really want to leave. It's just so dangerous...everyone tells you how you have to be careful and don't go down this street because you could be robbed and well, I don't even feel like leaving the hostel anymore at all!
But besides that, I still love Colombia. Bogotá is just a piece of the puzzle that may be a bit ugly when there is also so many beautiful, breathtaking landscapes to see and so many warm welcoming locals to meet.
After Santa Marta I spent a few days in beautiful colonial Cartagena, including spending a night in a hammock at Playa Blanca which is the closest to a perfect Caribbean Beach I've ever seen,
then went to Medellín for way longer than I intended to (Casa Kiwi Hostel People RUlEzzzzzzzzz >D) eating Crepes and Waffles, going to the Manu Chao Concert and visiting Football Games (the closest to a civil war as it gets in colombia) and Aquariums and doing Paragliding and just having a blast pretty much with all these awesome people. From then I stayed in a Colombian Family with a friend of my flatmate and even though I was a bit sceptical in the beginning I soon loved the family with all my heart.
My last days were spent in La Serrana Eco Farm Hostel just outside Salento, once again a place I just refused to ever want to leave again from and once again with great people. Chad and Alex from Santa Marta were there, too, and I have to say if I could I would've spent like a month or more there. At least. No kidding. It's so awesome - you wake up and walk outside to see clouds hanging lazily in the morning sun shading the mountains around you, see hummingbirds in the flowers and then go upstairs for a breakfast ready made for you with fresh milk and yoghurt from the cows that live in the paddock right next to the hostel and maybe some fresh fruits or a smoothie.
How could life possibly get better?
Kommentare
wie kommt es, dass du in Kulumbien gelandet bist? Und über Malle hast du gar nichts geschrieben...
Lieben Gruß aus dem sonnigen Australien, Lisa