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Colombia……a pictoral essay.

A brief pictography on Colombia, complete with a little commentary.  Individually the images illustrate life in Colombia.  Collectively – and in comparison – they tell quite an interesting, if not funny story.  Read it all and scroll slowly. Enjoy.

FUN AND GAMES

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One of the best fighters in history.  Not sure who he is though, looks tough.

This is the grand city bull fighting ring in downtown Bogota. Quite a structure and quite the tradition.

Downtown Bullring in Bogota.

Downtown Bullring in Bogota.

The bullring was closed by ‘Prime Ministers’ orders in 2012 and re opened as an outdoor skating rink.

DSCF2480And yes this is actual ice. Paid admission, noggin holders and padding, incl.

And from a traditional sport to a non-traditional sport and back to a more traditional one…………..and this certainly is one.

 PAST TIME SPORT

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It looks like a simple game of throwing something for points.

Tejo (pronounced Te-ho) is a National game in Colombia.  It is not found everywhere, but when you find it, its pretty cool.  The three times I was actually able to find an arena and we went, the game cost the same to play.  In all threes instances ‘senor bartender’ approached the group and we discussed playing and what was involved.  The “ante in”, I have to refer to it as, was 15 beers.  Yes, one-five.  Brought to us in a case along with the discs to throw….and a little bit of instruction…..not much. This is yours truly, three Brits looking on. Good people.

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The goal is to land the disc on one of the triangles which are sitting perched on the edges of an iron ring…..look close.  This throw was close to the target.

If you are really lucky (or skilled enough) to hit one of the triangles dead on, there is a wonderful little reaction. really skilled players can do this two or three times in a row…..for us, it was a matter of pride to at least hit one, once.  We did…….I did, at least

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 The triangles are filled with a bit of gun powder. Everything striking together at the same time makes the ka-boom. And man it feels good. Fun Times.

DSCF2660And for the record – Beer selection: Poker, Aguilla, Club Colombia. Mix them up if you want, but you buy 15 – none the less – in order to be able to play for as long as it takes you to drink the suds. Senor bartender and instructor on the right of the pic. Nice stash.

SOME LOCAL FARE

Colombian BBQ Bogota

Colombian BBQ Bogota

Downtown Bogota features a couple of these BBQ restaurants with this impressive vertical style grill cooking up various meats.  You can get an assorted plate of chow for around $12/pp.  The grill masters working street side entice people passing through by offering a sample of something savoury handed to you on the end of a prong……..seems pretty good.

DSCF2517 A tasty looking sample. It actually works getting you into the restaurant of course.

Between chews it is quite likely that you would ask what exactly you are eating.  Beef? Chicken? Pork?  Carne? Pollo? Cerdo?  After a resounding ‘NO’ to these three likely choices, the employee then hands over a little sign depicting the animal who’s meat just went from the grill to your hand then your mouth.  What is it exactly?

DSCF2516The “Chiguiro”

The Chiguiro is in fact the largest rodent on the planet  and is found and sometimes eaten throughout South America.  Its bigger than a beaver, reproduces like a rabbit, hangs out in packs like a wolf, eats like a rat, barks like a dog, and is as big of a pain in the ass for residents and homeowners as racoons are to us here in Canada. There is some interesting information about the animal on Wikipedia.  Click here for Chiguiro facts and figures on Wikipedia.

The best line on Wikipedia about the Chiguiro is below:

“The meat is considered unsuitable to eat in some areas, while in other areas it is considered an important source  of protein”

As always and with anything: Buyer beware.

A LITTLE BIT OF CULTURE

The Colombian National Museum in Bogota is an impressive building that was originally (and previously) used as a prison.  It has some impressive spaces and works to look at.  Certainly (as in everything in Colombia), there are some interesting and opposing works and exhibits.

DSCF2520A gorgeous and spacious room to look at the works.

There are many examples from one of the most celebrated Colombian artists known as Fernando Botero.  He is known for creating bloated, oversized depictions of people, animals and elements of the natural world.  Certainly he is prominently featured in this museum.  Lots of big bums and rounded people.

DSCF2620Before cosmetic surgery in Medellin become so popular including the ‘butt implants’, Botero led the way in sculpture.

A little bio on Fernando Botero.

Back to the prison feel and open spaces…oh if these walls could talk.

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And finally the ‘piece de resistance’, a piece of a meteor that struck and landed in Vichada, Colombia.  Somehow doesn’t see to fit in the museum filled with art.

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Nor does the headless statue.

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List of famous people over history who were beheaded.

A complete list of impact craters on earth.

 SOCIALIZING

Travelling is not at all travel without meeting a whole bunch of other travellers from all walks of life and from all over the world. This particular guys name is Russell.  I met Russell during my first week in Colombia.  Like me, he arrived with very little plans for his adventure.  Unlike me, he was travelling on a very very tight budget, was busking at nights to make ends meet and our differences dawned upon me when he stated he arrived in Bogota with only $100 in his pocket.  To further differentiate between us, Russell was going to depart Bogota in a few days, and do so on foot.  I was in shock to be honest……walk out of Bogota?  No fares for buses or taxis or anything of the sort…..just simply walk.  Out of monetary necessity and pure enjoyment Russell went about his journey, one step at a time.  To be honest, I thought the idea was a bit crazy.

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And to prove the point, we came upon Russell on his way out of town.  Hes not hitching a ride but was waiting for a western union money transfer to arrive of $100usd and then he would be on his way.  Once again it dawned on me……who would think of just leaving city and heading out (route unknown) with only $100 in their pocket?  Money that Russell told me he would use on provisions.  Say the words provisions, walking and Bogota in the same sentence and you are either the craziest or coolest guy in town.  Russell was a pretty cool dude. age:26. hometown: Pheonix, AZ. Profession: Artist/Musician. Full name: Russell A. Barnes, look him up.

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SAVING

Stray Dog: Day 1

While staying at Los Pinos Hostal, high in the Sierra Nevada mountains on the north coast of Colombia, we had a visitor come by looking well worse for the wear.  The visitor was the dog you see below and this picture is of him when he arrived.  Barely able to put one foot in front of the other, the stray was certainly on his well worn out death bed…..he’s probably been there for a while.  After a few hrs of him scared and timid and looking like he needed something to eat at least, I recalled a similar dog we had in Utila Honduras that (due to the physical nature of him), we called ‘Bones’. And this dog was now another ‘Bones’.

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Bones must have made quite the impression on his first night…….everyone was horrified by Bones at first but for different reasons.  Some were horrified by his skidish nature, and protruding frame, wanting the dog to just ‘go away’…..others were horrified about the lack of strength and health of the dog and were very compassionate for him, wanting just ‘to feed him and get rid of his ticks’.  I was neither here nor there on the particular topic until the following morning, although I did name him Bones.

Upon checking out of Los Pinos the next day, one of the guests turned to myself and handed me a bill.  Not a bill of sale, but a bill.  Amber put 50,000 Colombian pesos in my hand and asked me to “take care of Bones”.  Not only that, but that she would also send money each month to continue the care.  Folks, its not one for me to step up and suddenly start my first NGO or anything, but the look of Bones and the plea by Amber were two things you couldn’t say NO to.

Suddenly the dilapidated Bones was in my hands at his new home Los Pinos Hostal.  We did our best to feed him, take out his tics, and he did his best getting to know the other resident dogs Luna and Brando.  We fed him and he got stronger and more confident.  In a matter of a few weeks his tail would sail high above his body, he would run and prance and even bark (although this would take the wind out of him).  We witnessed, in front of our very eyes, the re-socialization of a well worn out canine.  Bones came to life.  I could go on and on about it, but for the sake of brevity the long and short of it is:  Amber saved Bones, we did the work and the dog responded.  Almost a love story if there was one.

By the end of three weeks I had made my way down to the city and purchased some eye drops for an infection as well as the best flea and tick collar money could buy.  I got him used to both very quickly, and the photo below shows a very proud Bonsey.  Complete with his new collar he’s more than happy to show off.  21 days folks.

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Senor Bones, bless him.

More to come, thanks Colombia. 2013.

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Danny riding bareback – a tour of Los Pinos Hostal, Colombia.

Inundated with various animals and wildlife high up in the Sierra Nevada Mountains outside Minca Colombia, Danny decided to take one unsuspecting mule under his wing.  After a few days of joking that the mule was now adopted by the hostal, we encouraged Danny to prove his relationship with this beast of livestock AND to make friendly contact.

However, this would not be enough for the onlookers who chided Danny to actually mount and ride the mule.  With little coaxing, this relationship between man and his animal was established and caught on camera for all to see.

What follows, ends up being a nice little outdoor tour of Los Pinos Hostal, and the landscapes and views this wonderful place offers. You will also get a glimpse of the largest hammock in Colombia….check it out.

If you go, you too can ride the mule if you’re up for it.  Pretty much anything goes at Los Pinos, SO, if there is something you want to do you will never be met with “you shouldn’t do that”, but rather “go for it”……of course, no matter what the consequences might be.  Sometimes things just seem to be normal given your surroundings and environment.  Kids, don’t try this at home.


The best medicine for fear is to face it.

For some years, some many years ago, I suffered with bouts of anxiety that surfaced for no real explanatory reason what so ever.  Trying to combat the limitations this feeling can exacerbate I realized that the best way to over come was to face this anxiety head on.  For some people this anxiety surfaces in daily living, for others it is brought on by events or scenarios associated with the aforementioned stress.  Personally, I could not determine the root cause nor the factors which brought this upon myself.  With that said, when this feeling came upon me in theory or actuality, the best way I could overcome the issue was to face it head on and go for it.  The resulting accomplishments would then serve as a backboard – or bench mark so to speak – and check, that the anxiety was driven down beyond any means of resurfacing….and hence healed.  Travel was one of those scenarios for me which could bring upon anxiety. Unfamiliar people, places and things could in essence, get me anxious.  So, to over come…..you just GO. And Go. And Go. And that I have.  Diving was as well was something I wasn’t to particularly fond of – BUT – to overcome I had to come face to face and simply continue till that anxiety was so small it was non-existent. Some 1000 dives later and I’m master of the sea.  Bringing me to this next point.

Falling/floating/flailing from the sky from absurd heights in something that most people would be apprehensive about and possibly anxious.  Not good regular – I’m about to have a big job interview anxiety – but real unhealthy limitation experience anxiety.  One that cripples you and shapes your choices and experiences from that point on.  So, in that, Paragliding is one of those activities I’m not fond of in theory….and something I would never consider doing.  However, as per my usual medicine in these cases, it was best to hit this apprehension head on.  Thus, when I was thinking about my trip to Colombia and the possibility of going paragliding, taking part in this activity was not an option, it was a need.  An internal need to find that back board and burry that anxiety once again.

I accomplished the paragliding and lived to tell.  Im better off for it and although it really was a “stomach in the throat experience”, I would now consider doing it again, somewhere else, some other time.  I took a video of part of this experience.  It shows me floating around and somewhat enjoying myself.  We return to the landing zone and are still very high above when the pilot asks me if I want to do “some spins”. Everything inside me said” no freaking way”, but alas in the video you can hear me say, “lets go for it”.  The video below shows how insane these spins can be…..and of course that we had a safe landing as well.  If you hold on till the end you’ll see the relief on my face.  Not normal relief but relief that comes in the form of facing your fears and knowing that being empowered in that manner is the best medicine…..be it paragliding, diving, travelling – or for some – even simple day to day activities and life.  In this manner the best prescription is a well know remedy (and saying) that is very seldom used.  Its called: GO FOR IT. Try it, it might work for you as well.


Stories from Thailand. The Introduction.

Thailand became a big part of my life quickly and exactly at the moment when the intent was set for my first trip there. That was 2004, and four weeks of my life.  I returned the following year for an anniversary, but not one of the happy sort. A couple of years later I went back once again – in the mean time –  planning all the while for a time away in Central America, the following year.

These trips through South East Asia have remained some of my more formidable travel experiences having  shaped my future travel preferences,  intentions, actions, satisfaction and choices. Putting a backpack on and without any pre arranged/pre paid plans (see: showing up with no where booked to stay), Thailand has provided me some of my first interactions abroad, and within a culture that has been hosting travellers for decades.  As crazy as Thailand was, and it is………..it remains a great place for the first (or second or third) jump off for an extended vacation – travel.  Bangkok is the gateway to more than the east…..it is the beginning and ending of different peoples journey from far across, and from all points on the globe. People colourful, traffic and confusion plenty, order and extravagance personified, detailed and yet spontaneous……this is Thailand.

When people ask the obvious (see: any question about Thailand)……..I always respond:

“You don’t have to die to go to heaven, just go to Thailand.”

Gets them every time……but its true.

More than a few stories have come about during my travels to Thailand…….what I always experienced was even more than simply ups and downs.  I mean, the route less travelled is not supposed to be easy and that is the point…………however, when you first start this whole travel thing this  is the point, and a valuable lesson.  Many trips later, you can actually make it easier and better for yourself  (all the while being able to extend your person further and more forcefully, in a positive way)………..and that is the culmination of comfort , experience, people, and place………..this – for me – started  in Thailand.

I’m going to share some of my experiences travelling through Thailand – stories that interact entirely – even though I might not be able to make the obvious connection to you right away.  They will jump around a bit, and Im going to have to leave out adjoining details as so Im not writing a novel, but for all intents and purposes…..these are going to be true and transparent, funny and ironic, sad and spiritual.  If for anything else, the stories deserve the medium.

Im going to submit a new post once a week for reading pleasure.  Below is a great little overview video of Thailand.  It is not something Ive put together but the video does a great job introducing the highlights of the country in just over 3 minutes. Enjoy!

Ps. I know many people have been to Thailand over the years.  If you have an interesting story to tell (and you put it on paper), I am looked for outside content for these pages.  Just get in touch!


Pressing the reset button…..on the path to least resistance.

It was years ago, driving to a concert or a football game (it would only be one of the two), with my buddy crazy Dave (now known simply as David unless we really want to see his alter ego), that we got into an argument about something stupid – for example where to park, or which road to turn down.  This argument went through the general steps they normally do and went from heated conversation to silence and then not speaking.

Not knowing what to do at this point……Crazy Dave suddenly reaches across the dashboard of my cool Ford Focus (see: sarcasm) and presses the hazard light button.  At that moment he said “Ok, RESET”

….of course, the button and the argument having nothing to do with one another, but in some strange way everything to do with one another in an illustrated sense.

The result was the dropping of an argument and just simply, going on from there.  Ive thought about that incident various times over the years and with my buddies (see: male friends not female friends), this has continued to work.  At first we had to be in a car, because of course, you could only reset by pressing the hazard light button.  But eventually this transcended figuratively into simply saying RESET when there was an incident or problem without proper resolve but which had to be dropped.  Its a great way to let go, be free and get on with it, and it has worked like a charm ever since.

Yesterday without knowing it I pressed the reset button on myself. I wasnt driving or arguing in my head but somehow I told myself that its time for me to reset…..again, figuratively.

Im not a horoscope guy or into signs or anything of the sort – unless she happens to be (see: keeping up small talk on a cheesy date) going on about this sort of thing. Its is mildly interesting but not gospel to me what so ever.  None the less, my horoscope in the Sunday paper reading this, prompted my reaction.

“The path to least resistance.  That’s what we all tend to follow in the end.  Even if we set out along some other road, it is only a matter of time before inertia sets in.  Why keep doing whats difficult? We all prefer whatever is (or at least seems to be) easiest. There are times though, when even the trains that run on the straightest of tracks have to change direction at the points.  You can now make a brave decision about where you want your emotional and personal life to go next.  The cosmos are ready. Are you?”

So here I am, about 24 hrs after pressing my personal rest button.  It felt great yesterday but not so great today.  In short, its tough for us to change direction and let go of what we know and what we think we want.  Sometimes there is a big inspirational moment that indicates this and other times never ending complacency brings this decision upon us.

There is a big lead up to this which gained momentum over my three years on the road living, travelling and working abroad.  Everything worked so well and slow and in that lifestyle it was normal and expected to not know where the next step maybe.  Having returned to the land of SUVs and Ipads and things Ive never heard of like BBM’s and inserting your credit card and pin number vs. swiping and signing……things have come to a head.  The two different worlds Ive known colliding in an fashion and force that I expected, but then again didnt expect.  It would be easiest to simply get on a plane and get back out there but thats not the point.  You cant chase under the disguise of exploration. You cant expect the world to act the way you want it to with all the external factors pressing upon you and me.  And you cant expect more from people and places than youve given…..even when you do give as much as you can, the expectation of everything working the exact way you want is unfortunately an unrealistic expectation. Even when the stars align, life wont give you this pleasure.  So if the stars wont align for me, Ill run with them…..as the horoscope says, “the cosmos are ready, Are you?”