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At the ‘Eje cafetero’ you gotta do what you gotta do: drink coffee, visit coffee plantations.
Chinchiná has the most important factory of freeze-dried coffee, according to what they say. But I discovered -in a swift visit with Daniel- that is not the touristy spot that someone could expect. I mean, they had a tourist information office (something that can be curious for a town that small) with a hot and helpful girl there, but there’s no real attraction, no real plan. Especially if you arrive later than 9am.
So we just wandered randomly, and saw the coffee factory in which you cannot enter because they had wonderful industrial secrets (and of course, they are producing weapons of mass destruction).
At least we tried the coffee there!
Little more than jumping from a bus to another.
Rebecca had recommended me Salento. But I didn’t consider that Holy Week was going to be that terrible there. That special holiday triggered a sequence of deceptions. First, everything was full. Second, it was pouring rain. Third, the places I found had their prices inflated. Fourth, I didn’t have patience, nor cigars. Five, I had to carry a lot of stuff while walking around (well, not that much, thanks to Lili).
When I made the decision of fleing away from that town, I started finding places that were acceptable. But it was too late for my damaged patience…
It was the third time something similar happened to me. Meaning, a bad day for a(n apparently) good place. Baños, Popayán, Salento.
I fled towards the north.
I left Cali, without looking back. In Armenia there were no caucasians, nor people on the street. The Carrera 14, though, was overcrowded. Holidays celebration: let’s concentrate on four blocks.
Random memories: The danger was in following the other way, la ‘poderosa’ (fruit salad), mimo, Costeñas, the pizza, and the television.
I spent some days in Cali. I had the intention to reunite with Katerine [co], who I knew from Cordoba, Argentina. But in the end, nothing.
So the time passed in a hostel with WiFi. Went partying (rumba/carrete/joda/juerga/fiesta) with some people at the hostel. We were the most boring group that I could remember of. The individuals weren’t that boring: it was in the combination. Terrible!
The person that was considered as the funny one was -imho- insufferable.
Fortunately I had the chance to meet Mira [cz] and Milena [de].
Popayán was overcrowded. It was Easter, and it’s a town which is very proud of their spanish roots. Therefore, the Holy Week celebrations are huge. Popayán for Colombia seemed like a Seville for Spain.
I got back to the hostel I was in three days before, but it was full. I met Neil [uk], with whom I looked for another hostel. In the sudden storm, we found a house which was very close to the previous hostel. The only problem (that we overlooked) was that it was run by Norman Bates -unstable and verbally violent- and his mother -senile and intolerant. Well, it was just one night, so it was time to swallow an excess of pride.
Mix-ups and encounters with Rebecca, with whom I had an expensive Italian dinner flooded with wine.
Back to the hostel, I had to be in a conversation of ‘cool backpackers’ talking about how cool and espiritual was to go to a shaman. As a skeptic, I could consider interesting to experiment with ayahuasca and other hallucinogenic drugs… but the espiritual crap around it was absurd. Furthermore, they go to so-called ‘shamans’ -and most of them are not genuine at all, they are a subproduct made for tourists.
But I guessed that, after two years meeting some people like them, I had to get used to that kind of silly backpackers. In the end, they’re not that unbearable… it’s understandable: they are usually young, and from the U.S. (sorry for the generalization, but it’s a fact)