where do i start. lets start with these random heat/walking/mystery rashes ive been getting; how about i don’t. i’m currently in cali, not california. i came to cali, colombia on a whim and ive been whimming ever since. i really can’t tell you why im here, i vaguely remember a friend i met in a medellin hostel mentioning “cali is ok” and well, to be honest yeah, its ok.
the city is known for its salsa but apparently salsa isn’t even native here. salsa actually hails from the big apple, new york city USA. i learned that tidbit from yesterday’s walking tour, which was…ok. fernando, our walking tour guide was a chill dude, i and some germans and an american girl named jess from chicago exchanged info with him and a few hours later we took advantage of a 2x1 valentines special cali deportivo soccer match. it was a lot of fun but instantly as i walked into the stadium i sadly remembered that they don’t sell beer at soccer events in colombia; tragic really, by the second half i caved and ordered an “aguila cero” and with that went my first non-alcoholic beer cherry. the match ended, the home team won, i said goodbye to the germans and came back to my hostel a different man.
i began writing this a few hours ago in a BBC brewery when my new friend jenn showed up. the writing stopped, a few more beers were consumed. a nap was taken and then i met jenn again in a salsa club which was fun and wacky. fun because of the locals who seriously are on a different level of salsa and wacky because of the insane amount of white tourists that flood the dance floor after 11pm. so much so that you can’t even see the locals.
cali, ive only been inside of you for less than 2 days and yet i feel like ive traversed more broken slabs of concrete and dog shit than the ordinary tourist does in a month. thanks
No comments:
Post a Comment