Month: mei 2009

May 5. Identity.
A little hangover can be worked off by four cups of coffee and a cold shower. At twelve I'm good to go and walk out to find a boat that will take me to Panama. Enter: Club Nautico. I walk in and ask some people for a boat to Panama. There are plenty of sailors ...
May 4. Aguardiente.
At 5:30am the bus to Cartagena leaves. It will take almost the whole day and I enjoy the Colombian countryside from the comfortable bus chair. Why don't we make up more proverbs ourselves? Let's found some institution for the creation of new proverbs. After so many busrides...

I arrive in Cartagena, the port town ...
May 3. Visiting a Cathedral.
Cali didn't quite seem the place to be. A giant terminal from which I could look over a foggy modern city. Walked around a bit, found out the ATM didn't work and decided to go to Manizales, the capital of the central coffee growing region. A good cup of coffee is what I neee. That ...
May 2. The excitement has gone.
We take a bus to Tulcan near the Colombian border. The cemetery here is famous and for good reasons. They have a Christ on the cross cut in the hedge. I really like that Christ cut in the hedge, he looks so friendly. And a lot of animals too. We walk around that cemetery and ...
April 30. Quito.
The bus takes me straight to Quito where I contact my couchsurfing host. She agrees upon me bringing a Norwegian girl that wants to try the thing out. That Norwegian girl didn't fall from the sky; I met her in the bus to Quito her name is Anne. She has been working with young children ...
May 1. Full being.
We say goodbye to Anne, who goes to the Galapagos with her sister, and take a taxi to the place where the bus to Ibarra leaves. Transportation issues, as usual. I think it was on the bus that I see some old guy peeing in a chopped-off plastic bottle and then pouring it out of ...
April 29. An act of conscience.
It is light and I drive alongside the Pacific coast. Am I dreaming? The road is not bad, I see palm trees and traditional huts, fisherboats, and a lot of people playing around with their motorscooters. The road goes all the way up from Lima to Cumbles near the Ecuadorian border. I had been on ...
April 28. About long busrides.
The busride from Lima to the Ecuadorian border is very long.
I get up early and say goodbye to the friendly people at my hostel. "Goodbye!" or rather, I told them "Adios!" because, of course, they speak Spanish here. What follows is a long ride through the city of Lima, ending in a bus terminal ...
April 27. The only one that uses real bodies.
Woke up late. Bought a nutritious breakfast in a supermarket and walked around the center of Lima. Most of the streets were in reconstruction; smog and dust everywhere. One interesting thing about this city is that workshops of certain professions are located in the same area. I live in the printing press area were professional ...