Humidity exacerbates tasks that are typically mild, like riding a few hours or walking a few miles. So as I was dragging my feet down this badly pot holed road, beads of milky colored sweat ran down my skin. I had just put that mosquito repellent on, I thought to myself. I only rode about 95 miles today but I’m exhausted and don’t feel much like walking but I must. As I continued making my way I eventually found a tienda, otherwise known as someones 500sq. ft. home that sold chips, cookies, water and semi cold beer from their front porch. I was after the beer. My dinner tonight would consist of mixed nuts with raisins, three beers and for dessert a little package of knock off oreo cookies. Coming to a grand total of about $4.35, it’s the damn cookies that put me over the four dollar mark. Why such a hearty meal you ask? I was trying to use up the last of my Colombian pesos and had no desire to exchange dollars for more at the last town I was in seeing as when I cross into Ecuador tomorrow morning I’ll be back to the good old US dollar. So after purchasing tres cervezas I still had about $.75 worth of pesos left. In front of the shop there was a guy no older than 20 sitting on his motorcycle. I showed him the remainder of my money and asked if he would take me back to my camp site. With a smile and a gesture to hop on, off we went. Me on the back with two beers in my left hand and one open one in my right. No helmets for either of us. The police don’t seem to bother people with minor infractions such as lack of safety equipment in the rural areas. We were only about two miles away anyways. As we pulled up it started to drizzle. My campsite was a grass parking lot, but I was thankful it had a large sheltered deck that I could hang my hammock up at. I settled in for the night, listening to the sound of the rain hit the tin roof. This would be my last night in this wonderful country. Tomorrow morning I would be back in Ecuador.

After spending a month here I have to say of all the countries I have been to, Colombia is one of the most underrated. The friendly people, the breathtaking landscape it’s baffling to me why more Americans don’t vacation here. My most memorable experience would be the Spanish class in the walled city of Cartagena, meeting some great people from all over the world. A charming colonial town that although is full of tourists still manages to keep its authenticity and a uniqueness that I have not seen anywhere else.

My time in Medellín was relaxing during the days and full of excitement at night. Wandering the downtown area then going back to the hostel to read and nap. Then a large group of us from the hostel went to watch the Medellín futbol team play, where the crowds energy was unforgettable. After that I made my way down to Salento, one of the more popular towns in the coffee region. Enjoyed it so much I stayed two more days, drinking way too much coffee. It was a common occurrence for me to be somewhere in Colombia and decide I needed stay longer. I wasn’t ready to leave this country but i’m too excited for what was next to come down south. For I knew this is one place I will no doubt be returning to.