Ipiales is like Pasto with more tourism, more sun, the same accent, less farm everywhere and oh ya this:
sábado, 8 de junio de 2013
miércoles, 5 de junio de 2013
>Most tourist things I have done/do
-sleep
in my sleeping bag on bus rides
-walk
barefoot in Santa Marta/the finca
-like
guaro
-am a
woman travelling alone
-had
a silly woman cut off all my hair
What made me a tourist in Cacqueza:
-small town and everyone recognizes everyone….except
me
-a few ppl guessed I was from a nearby town
Lessons learned on the fincas:
-weeds=mulch
-“collecting firewood” sometimes means hiking into the
woods with a machete and cutting down
dry trees
-different ovens work differently, but they sll mske
delicious bread
-I can learn to like everything
-ants are devil animals and their bites hurt
-cats/dogs don’t need special food leftovers is fine
-(semi-learned) how to kill, skin, and prepare a
chicken
- I want to wake-up to mountains everyday
-I can live far far far far far away from a city
- I never ever ever again want to work with birds/eggs
- I like folkloric music of the Andes
-The sound of the quena is extremely powerful
-(re-learned) sometimes I am shy
-if you don’t finish all of the food you are served,
it is assumed that you didn’t like their cooking
-mountain ppl spot, whistle, and see ppl from across
the mountains and then proceed to yell
(AND UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER!!)
-I like running through, up, and down mountains
-running up mountains barefoot is easier than running
down barefoot
-my feetsies are delicate and don’t like shoes
WHAT MADE ME A TOURIST IN SANTA MARTA:
-not
enough jewelery
-no
sandals
-clothes
not tight enough
-too
pale
-hair
too short
-backpack
Update: What I did on farms to exiting
Since last I wrote an update, things have happened
including: Volunteered on the first farm for almost a week. Went to a Colombian
farmers and tried sort of to help and I was kind of able to. Hiked into the
mountains for 40ish mins and after 5 days up there, I left the finca for the
first time to play tejo (Colombia’s national sport). ….SURPRISE I am bad.
However, sire Egui ( yes his name. no not a nickname) and little mister
Christian are quite beast. I want to be better.
I will get better. I met a 2 year old red roan. Became part of a family
for about 20 days they are a people I will carry in my heart forever and a
group I believe I will keep in contact with the rest of my life. The ideas and
power within each of the family members and the friends they kept was beyond
impressive. I then dipped into Bogota
SAW MY COUSINS!! And ohhh yea no biggy or anything, but will be getting my
Colombian identification card in the next few months!!!! Bad decision about the
morning bus ride. I plan to never ever ever do that again. A should be 8 hour
bus ride took 17 hours. Boo hisss. AND I was awake for it. Scared the pants off
my grandmother in Cali and then celebrated my arrival and my departure (23
hours later). Not enough time with grandmother, not enough time in Cali. Night
bus ride to Ipiales, possibly the best bus ride of the entire trip. Wpke up
meandered around Ipiales. I did it backwards again. I walked from tourist side
to the middle of nowhere. And I should have walked from the nowhere side across
the church to the tourist side and gotten food. Instead, I ended up with no
food because I kept saying “oh I’ll eat later they are selling everything
everywhere”. Here are some pics with
comments:
The first finca and another finca and the town of caqueza
The town of Caqueza. a view from a hike I took my last morning at this finca
Front yard of finca numero 2
why oh why is there a carretera in this pic?
Those round things are bird nests. The tree was full of them
Playing music at gma's party
Too much light, but I really like this
guitar, drum, quena
Part of my Caquezanean family being musical
so we were weeding coffee and I turned around...
view from daddy's
ipiales
and again
viernes, 17 de mayo de 2013
Update: first week
While I was away: Parque Tayrona beaches were “hit-up” with a
lovely greek woman, mountain hike and exit through Calabazo was accomplished
with a wonderfully kind and adventerous french woman, went to Minca with same
woman, met a group of young French travelers, spent a night learning from a dreamy
long-haired Colombian, met aussies and
brits—who I could not understand, discovered how easy and cheap it is to buy
squirrel-housing material, decided I was only going to speak in Spanish no
matter who it was, which became interesting when I met an American and a germ
whilst playing in a river, hiked with them to Los Pinos, watched the sunset at
Los Pinos (looking down at Minca, Santa Marta, and the Caribbean coast was
almost enough to convince me to stay a second night) returned to Minca, left Minca with a wondering
soul, with whom I accidently traveled to the end of La Guajira, was bought two
beers and breakfast before being offered a job by the bus driver who drove us 4
hours past our destination, returned to Costeño Beach, relaxed there for far
too long, made semi-plans with with one young and charming brit to meet-up and
travel again in a week, mocked a second handsome brit, made friends with local fisherman, bought fish
from local fisherman, sustained myself on one-meal a day, pulled myself away
from the Caribbean sea and into cold Bogotá then in some direction for 2 hours
to a Pueblo—whose outskirts contain my first wwoooooooof location, argued with
a laptop who continues to deny me internet, smiled at the adjectives I used to
describe the people Ihave met during my adventure and pondered their reactions,
arrived at my first finca, weeded with a machete (used the cut weeds as mulch),
fertilized plants (with human urine, milk, panela, water, and cow manure),
learned tons of Spanish words for animal sounds, and mastered one tongue
twister: “rapido rapido ruedan los carros cargados de fruta rumbo al
ferrocarril”. So here are some of the pics (some with comments) I took:
morning fog
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