I had a terrible nightmare last night.
In the dream I checked the iPod (my source of date, while my source of time is the camera) and find out that it was the 1st August instead of the 1st of July.
I then panicked realizing that all my concept of time was wrong, and 2/3 of my walkabout was already gone.
I woke up with the confusing feeling you get when a dream happens too close to waking time, but the iPod was on my side: 1st of July was.
This remembered me of 2 things:
- tomorrow is my mom´s birthday
- I’m traveling since a month
The first adjective that comes to my mind is intense. This is how this month was.
Adapting to the life on the road in Panama City, visiting the amazing Panama Canal, dancing at the Panama Salsa Congress and then feeling a bit down and up again on the fantastic sailing trip to Cartagena. All in little more than 2 weeks!
From Cartagena to Santa Marta and then Taganga to start another experience that I really loved: hiking 5 days in the jungle to Ciudad Perdida wasn’t all “roses and flowers” and I came back on a horse straight to an hospital
I stayed 3 more days recovering in Taganga, and as soon as I could walk again I headed to Barranquilla to visit Tatiana´s Ninos en Contacto project.
I stayed 3 days in this troubled barrio with locals experiencing ¨the other face¨of Colombia, what tourists don’t generally see (neither want to see).
But it would have been unfair to leave Barranquilla without experience its party, proud and happy side so I spent the rest of the weekend there.
The perfect place to rest after such a weekend was Mompos where I chill in this great colonial, timeless, genuine town strolling around (or better saying limping around ) along the river side.
An adventurous journey took me straight back to the ¨gringo trail¨ in Medellin, place that I´m currently walkabout-ing
I deliberately decided not to mix the people I meet along the way with the description of places and experiences.
As my friend Eric would say, “I don’t care to read travel blogs where X meets Y and they go to have few beers in Z”…
Never the less, people have been the most important element of the trip itself.
I met people traveling for years, I met people living in hostels, I met locals, I met a bounce of f@ck#rs.
In Panama´ I met 2 brothers from Modena, that remembered me how Italians are: little English and no Spanish, looking for the best food at the cheapest price and inevitably complaining about something.
At the Salsa congress I met a 40+ Canadian woman living in Panama, but living for good!
Self-declared hippie, with great energy and an interesting curious life and still many unanswered questions. Talking with her was so great that we ended up having diner in an Arabic restaurant on the Causeway.
I met Geral, an Argentinian girl talking me in Spanish too fast and too much.
On the sailing boat I found Jesus that was giving weed-driven speeches about 2012, oneness, contentedness and Earth chackras.
On the same boat I met Silke, a German grand-mother that you would not define sportive at all. She was cycling from Alaska down to Tierra del Fuego. A 16.000 Km journey that took her already 1.5 years.
On the boat there was also Claes, a Swedish guy on his 4th long trip (the previous one lasted 2 years) that will study to become a policemen, the dream of his life.
And in Mompos I met Greg, a French guy that tired of his life decided 4.5 years ago to start traveling. Maybe is a sign from God that he also loves Salsa music and plays congas?
Sometimes you ask for e-mail and Facebook pretending to stay in touch with someone you spoke for 10 minutes, sometimes you just say “have a safe travel” to someone you spent a whole day with…
You meet and loose people so fast on the road, that you get used to share whatever moment happens with them. And you can be genuine as you have nothing to loose anyway.
Hostels in Latin America are full of Israelis in a post-army trip, Americans, Brits and all the rest. Surprisingly enough, I met only 3 Italians in the whole trip!
You can find Italians living everywhere, but not traveling anywhere.
Music and dance impressed me respectively positively and negatively.
Salsa music is everywhere in Panama and in Colombia, and people know artists and songs by heart.
I’re written about the Salsa scene in Panama City and Cartagena and their legendary artists Ruben Blades and Joe Arroyo.
There’s even a soap opera on TV at the moment called “El Joe” based on the life of Joe Arroyo… can you believe it?
At the same time, Colombia has the best music and the worst dancers I’ve seen.
In the Caribbean coast people dance as simple as they can. No turns, no figures, no nothing. Just a kind of side-step movement lasting the whole song.
Here in Medellin instead they dare to dance Cuban instead.
Maybe Colombians don’t need any additional move to have fun and look good?
Seriously, I can’t imagine Europeans dancing like that for more than 30 seconds without people busting in laughs…
If you´re curious to count the money in my pocket, or to have an idea of how much money a walkabout costs, here are my figures:
Panama: 570 EUR (830 USD)
Colombia: 770 EUR (1.120 USD)
Total 1.340 EUR (1.950 USD), including:
- 40 EUR (60 USD) for the Full Pass at the Panama Salsa Congress
- 320 EUR (470 USD) for the boat trip Panama’-Cartagena
- 200 EUR (250 USD) for the Ciudad Perdida trek
While I stayed in hostels dorms and generally living on little, I haven’t been cheap and/or avoided anything because of money.
But well, not all the travelers are IT professionals on a career break*, so don’t take these are general numbers!
* I’m a rich backpackers