Now that I’m back to the amusement park called Netherlands, when I tell people I’ve spent almost 3 months in Colombia the first questions I get are about safety. Did you feel unsafe? How dangerous really is? Did you have scary moments? First of all, I consider myself fortunate as I didn’t had any real bad experience, excluding a mobile phone that had disappear most likely because I lost it rather than got it stolen. The reason is partially because I look Colombian and I could not be easily identified as a tourist, till I open my mouth and speak a word. Around me I heard different travelers that got robbed in the most amusing ways, like the dude got surrounded by 20 transvestites padding his butt and bye-bye wallet, but really nothing more serious than petty crime. The point is that, how do we say if a place is dangerous? If they tell you that a bridge is about to fall down, you’ll feel in danger crossing it… but are you, really? If nobody tells you, you may walk on a cracked bridge without noticing it and feeling totally safe even if you’re actually in great danger. And if you walk on a bridge and you notice a crack… you’ll feel suddenly in danger! Colombia is considered dangerous because of violence by narco-terrorists, but what did I experience as a backpacker? There’s no a single and simple answer about all the different places and areas I’ve been, so I rather use few stories from the road…
The Lonely Planet guide to South-America says pretty clearly to skip Barranquilla because is too dangerous, too dusty and uninteresting.
But in the city of world-famous Shakira, Salsa music is more popular than anything else and if you’re a Salsa lover would be a terrible mistake not to stop for a weekend here!!
The Ciudad Perdida (Lost city) has an history interesting enough to make me hike for 5 days in the rain forest. And I never did an hike longer than few hours before in my life.
This pre-Colombian settlement of the Tayrona people, located in the Sierra Nevada Mountains surrounding the city of Santa Marta, Colombia, was unknown for more than 400 years.
Salsa in Cartagena means places like Donde Fidel and Cafe´ Havana, and famous artist Joe Arroyo…
In this post I´ll talk of all of them, experienced in the very hot and humid days I spent in the beautiful colonial city of Cartagena de Indias.
As anyone in the blogosphere, I should write a post looking back to 2011 and another one listing the resolutions for 2012. Maybe I should say that “end of the year is always a good moment to stop and analyze” or something like that.