On A Cold and Foggy Mountain in Sapa!

I just spent three days on a mountain town called Sapa which is an 11 hour overnight train ride from Hanoi and just 20 miles from the border of China. I did see China from Vietnam. The train journey wins the longest one I've ever been on, previously was the eight hour leg I did from Ljubljana, Slovenia to Budapest, Hungary (still the most stunning). The start of my Sapa leg was a little bit rocky with pissed off folks that were waiting too long for a driver and the driver leaving the van without putting it in park which resulted in a slow roll downhill of the van we we were all still in. I laugh now but not so much at the moment.

I spent the first day of my time on the mountain trying to find warmth that wasn't my room. In hindsight, I should have sucked it up with packing a little more and packed my pack able NF synthetic thermoball..maybe I would see less of my own breath in the air. I ended up finding warmth at one of two cafés that had a fireplace and savored two cups of ginger lemongrass honey tea. The highlight of my second day was going on village treks with 3 Spaniards (Madrid and  Barcelona) and 1 Italian. Wanderlust to me, was having a conversation about pro-cycling with 3 Spaniards and 1 senior Italian, on a mountain village in Sapa, Vietnam over a bowl of pho. "You want to believe Indurain didn't dope because you're Spanish!"- said fellow Spanaird from Barcelona to Madrid. My last day in Sapa, I reunited with Jaccolien from Holland, who I met on the night train here. We joined a larger group to travel 111 kilometers to the Bac Ha Sunday market where you can buy anything and everything. There were buffalos, puppies, pigs, men getting their haircuts, machetes, produce and the aside I didn't like much, the chicken aisle.

What I did like very much were all the colors of the market also had in way of blankets, homemade weaving bags, tapestry and many other forms of textiles for your heart's desire. I am happy to say that I am marketed out. No more markets for the rest of my trip! Later that evening, Jacci and I took the 8:20pm night train back to Hanoi and after arranging some musical beds, we were able to be in the same cabin which we shared with a Canadian father (his wife and 3 kids were in the cabin next door) and an officer trainee (who is leaving his wife and newborn to study in Hanoi).

Sapa is special for its hilltops, varying levels of rice terrace fields, the surrounding simple village life and the mountains. Many of the village women are dressed in these beautiful and colorful pieces. Most of village kitchens are simply made up of a fire and a pot. The fog here is fast moving as well. One minute, you see the mountains, turn around and it disappears back into the fog. In a few months, the highway from Hanoi to Sapa will open up making the trip doable in 3 hours. In a few years, the Sapa airport will open which would draw more travelers. I am happy to make it here prior to all that as I'm sure it will be a different Sapa by then.

Next up..three days in Hanoi before heading back home.

Halong Bay, just like San Francisco!

Prior to leaving Hoi An for the north, I stopped by Cafe 96 for just one date with their scrumptious dish, Banh Xeo. Cafe 96 was closed due to a cooking class Bup was running but he put out a table and chair for me saying, "special girl". I almost felt bad as he turned away others saying he was closed for a cooking class.

Arrived in Hanoi pretty late in the evening, went next door of my hotel for a quick street food sit down bowl of Bun Bo (rice noodles dry, beef, herbs and a bunch of other goodness) for $2.75 and went to bed or my early journey to Bai Tu Long Bay which is part of Halong Bay but without the 500 boats.

Prior to my travels here, I was torn on whether to go to Halong Bay or not but decided to do it since I don't plan on coming back to this area. Onboard IndoChina Junk's Red Dragon! Unfortunately, weather conditions were not on our side as the fog just would not let up for the sun to shine through. "Just like San Francisco!" Martin, a nice gentleman from the Netherlands would say. We docked, climbed up some steps to see a cave, kayaked a little bit, visited some seven four week old puppies and back on the boat for the overnight stay.

Dinner conversation centered around the still missing Malaysian flight, as well as, the Asiana crash some months ago at SFO. I actually flew Asiana here, figured now is the safest time to fly that airline as they can't afford another accident. Martin thought the same as he flew Malaysia Air. We also talked a bit about movies, All Is Lost, as well as, that movie about the container ship being pirated in Somalia starting Tom Hanks. I don't remember the name but watched it twice on my long flight here and would highly recommend it!

We had a 7am breakfast wake up call which the French and the Belgiums were not thrilled about. I arrived on the deck of the boat, looked out and said, "oh, same same but different." It's a common saying here in Vietnam...much like TIA, "this is Africa" in Africa. The English couple, Sue and Michael, as well as Martin thought it was funny. Fog again! It was so foggy that we had to delay our departure, skipped the floating fishing village (kinda bummed) we were suppose to visit, as well as the pearl farm (kinda thrilled), because the captain and his crew couldn't see a darn thing out there. For a moment, I wondered if this is what Robert Redford in All Is Lost felt like?

The captain had really sophisticated equipment to work with, a GPS map showing the limestone islands and our boat, a compass and the engine controls. No depth meter, no radar but he did have a working cell phone to communicate with other neighboring boats. Sue, Michael, Martin and I found humor in it all but couldn't say the same for all parties on the boat. How could you not find humor when you see all crew on board (the guide, waiter/bartender, two cooks, engineer and captain), at the front of the boat, looking outward into the fog for some type of direction?! They would do this whether we were docked at the moment or going in circles. The limestones formation, well the ones I could see, were beautiful. They were actually much like the ones I saw on a cruise in Thailand.

Sue and Michael, from Boots, England were onboard celebrating their 40th Anniversary. The cruise experience, though disappointing from a scenery standpoint but lovely from a relaxation and food standpoint (loved watching the fishing junks appear and reappear through the fog), would not have been the same without them. It was well worth meeting that couple and the laughs we all shared. Their exchanges were priceless: Sue, "who told me not to bring a book?!" Michael, "well you know you should never listen to me. I didn't know you would listen to me. You shouldn't listen to me!" When Hien, our guide tried to teach us the Vietnamese way of "saying cheers", Michael, a Vietnam vet, lost patience and said,"oh, let's just get on with it. Two beers!" I guess you had to be there.

Arrived back in Hanoi after a five and a half hour drive and tonight, I am off to Sapa on the overnight sleeper train. Wish me luck with that one!

Hoi An, the Charm Of Vietnam

After opting for the $5 tuk tuk ride (vs $10 taxi) and the layer of dust that comes with it to the airport in Siem Reap and a flight delay, I finally arrived at the DaNang airport. Visa process was pretty seamless as I had downloaded and filled out the arrival form and was pre-approved online beforehand. I was in Hoi An and in a bed by 12:30am. The "next day", I was told that I had chosen the right time to be in Hoi An, it's the two day full moon festival!

I spent my first morning wandering the quiet streets of Hoi An. I love the feeling of walking anonymously in a foreign town, with my camera in hand, photographically inspired. Hoi An reminds me a lot of my first years of childhood. A little personal history, I was born in Guang Zhao aka Canton, China. My parents relocated to Hong Kong where I started pre-school shortly after and then I started kindergarten in the States at Grattan Elementary in Cole Valley, San Francisco. I don't remember a whole lot from those years but the memories I do have are very vivid. Like in preschool, they would line us up in our sherbet orange colored uniforms and ask us how to spell something they just taught. If you forgot, you got a whack on the hand with the ruler. I got whacked many times. The streets of old town Hoi An are reminiscent of the ones where I used to play with my cousins at my grandparent's wooden house in the streets of Canton, which my granduncle still owns. To the envy of my dad, I grew up with all boys, so naturally, I would tag along with them playing on the streets and rooftops.

Hoi An doesn't really wake up until about 10am when the day tourists come in by bus loads. Prior to that, it's calm and quiet. Actually, it stays calm and quiet if the power goes out in the town like it did my first day here. Aside from that, once 10am hits, it's organized chaos everywhere until about 2pm, then it starts up again in the evening when they allow the motorcycles back on the old town streets. On the streets, nonstop streams of motorcycles, bikes and people cohabit. I've seen families of 4 on a single scooter, kids riding adult sized bikes, 3 people on a single bike and in the background of it all are stalls of old school street food randomly spread out through town. By stalls, I mean, a local, usually a woman, with their portable station of local home cooked cuisine, small red plastic tables and chairs in close proximity and plastic utensils to serve it up! Speaking of food, I had my best meal thus far at Cafe 96, the recommendation of my friends, Ray and Megan. I was going to order this noodle dish when Bup, the owner directed me otherwise. Out came this dish called Banh Xeo for under $3 which was a platter consisting rice paper, herbs and  pieces of fried dough with pork and shrimp. This is what Ray was talking about?! Bup came over and showed me the proper way to tackle the deliciousness!

Organized chaos is also evident indoors and definitely evident inside the Yaly custom tailor shop where I had a few things made. When in Hoi An! At one point, I sat there waiting for Barbara, my tailor and my eyes were just over stimulated trying to absorb all that was going on in the shop. I made eye contact with this nice Aussie gentleman and we both just started laughing. I had a vision of combining different features of two dresses I saw on Pinterest into one. My vision prompted a lively discussion among three tailors, the supervisor and the seamstress. I didn't understand a word of it but I walked out of there with them telling me it can be done and come back tomorrow for a fitting. I went back the next day and they replaced the seamstress but my dress was done!

Bicycles are everywhere in Hoi An, so it was fitting that I too hop on one, in the form of a bike tour with Heaven and Earth tours. Only three of us showed up, so it was like a private tour with our guide, Linh. The highlight of the bike tour was riding through the rice fields and having kids running out yelling, "hello!" It was refreshing as kids in Africa and Colombia come out running with their palms out. I suppose tourists have equal fault in that. English is taught here at a young age yet I think swimming is something they should teach here as well. 80% of the people in Hoi An don't know how to swim. Did I mention this is a port town surrounded by rivers and often floods?!

With the full moon festival, I am told the evenings were extra vibrant! Many locals with their children sell wish candles for you to light and make a wish as you release the floating candle in the river, I made a couple. What can I say, it was a dollar a wish though I probably paid fifty cents too much per one. Actually, I wish I had a dollar for every time I was asked whether in Vietnamese! My trip would pay for itself! Evenings also bring out the night markets though there are enough shops for your heart's desire during the day. I'm proud to say, my bargaining skills have sharpened! In Siem Reap, shop owners are aggressive and I walked around with my ears open listening for the final price as the customer walks away so I go in with a lower price as my starting point. The same works for Hoi An!  My highlight experience came from a turquoise necklace. The cart shop owner started at $560,000 Vietnamese Dong which is $28 US. I was thinking more like $8US which is what I countered him with. I tried walking away a few times but he wouldn't have it, which was funny because he hung a sign on his cart that read, "looking for free. no pressure. no pushing. take easy, be happy." I walked away with the necklace at $14 US.

As much as the people of Hoi An are enamored by my burlap Tom 's shoes and the dimples on my cheeks (apparently, some people here have surgery to get dimples..go figure), I am equally enamored by the charm of their town.

I will end this blog with a quote from the Frenchman I met over lunch, who decided to do something nice for his mom and brought her along for his three week trip, which he says is two weeks too long. "You're from San Francisco?! From the news media, your people is crazy getting naked running. Large gay community...you're what do we call..very open minded. But only in San Francisco, the rest of your country not like that."

Next stop, north to Hanoi to embark on my two day cruise on Ba Tong Bay!

Tuk Tuking In Siem Reap!

On boarding my flight, there were about 6-8 police officers "officiating" the boarding which was a bit strange...many hours later landed in Incheon enroute to Siem Reap. Finally landed in REP at about 11pm and as I made my way off the plane and onto the tarmac, I recognize that smell of foreign familiarity. Breathing in the scent of a different place completely unknown to me yet the feeling is not a complete stranger. I flashed my American passport and five minutes later..Cambodian visa was in hand ..well I had to give them a passport photo and $20 USD first... grabbed my bag and made eye contact with a smiling Cambodian man holding a sign with my name on it. Among many taxi's and large tour buses, I boarded the tuk tuk and away we went into the dark streets of Siem Reap.

My days have been spent on tuk tuk rides, rolling the dice with my life every time I cross the busy streets, getting $6 foot massages, $3 foot scrubs, visiting the vast history that is at my finger tips and cooling off at the pool.

I've visited a total of seven temples and in my book, that's more than enough! Banteay Srey was the gem of temples in my opinion. It's further out but an enjoyable tuk tuk ride as you can see more of the Siem Reap outskirts, which is much like the ones in Africa and Colombia. You have these communities of shacks built on this dark brownish red dirt. Back to the temple... It's a gem because crowds are scarce, there's a special pink/green tone to the stones used and it just exudes preciousness. Pre Rup, they say is an alternative for a sunset spot but Phnom Bakheng is where you want to be. Ta Prohm has these amazing tree roots growing atop the temples so, that is a must see. It's also where Tomb Raider was filmed. I suppose I should watch that move now! Angkor Thom is the largest but Bayon next to it was one of my favorites. It's defined by these large outward facing sculpted images of the temple Gods into these large stones. And then there is Angkor Wat.

It's also where I would befriend these two Germans because the three of us were one of the first to arrive at sunrise hour, 5:15am, they knew the way but I had the flashlight! It's also where I would befriend a Swiss as we were both looking aimlessly for our tuk tuk drivers among a sea of them after the sunrise. Walking in circles with company is much more fun! My experience of sunset and sunrise was quite similar in that it was peaceful in the front and chaos in the back (referring to the massive crowd often gathered behind me).

There isn't much to the town of Siem Reap but the people here are so warm and nice, you come here for the temples and the best advice I can give is, however highly convinced you are that it would be a fun idea, avoid riding a bike to the temples! I've passed many bikes on the tuk tuk, I've yet to see a smiling face. In fact, many facial expressions were like mine, at about mile 100 of an Ironman bike leg, you're just over it. The best was when this couple bikes up to Pre Rup, the guy ran to the temple gates while the gal waited, he came back and said, "big steps!" And they bikes off. In all fairness, they were big steps. I think I pulled a quad muscle coming down them. Don't do it! Say no to the biking Angkor Wat!

I've had three full-ish days here and I think I did that right. The first day, I started my morning with a failed attempt to exploration. I wasn't ready for the heat, even at 9:30am, so I went back to the hotel and sat by the pool, got through three magazines and then tried again. Tuk tuking to Banteay Srey and the sunset was a success. Second day was the Angkor Wat sunrise experience and a hired guide to share the history of the small circuit temples. There were details of Angkor Wat that I wanted to photograph in better lighting which I went back to do in the early morning of my third day here. The temple was practically empty, I loved it! I'm now perched on one of the temple stones as I type this..watching throngs of post breakfast tourists making their way into Angkor Wat. I think that's my cue to go poolside until my flight out this evening. Next up, Hoi An in Vietnam!

Charming Cartagena ... I Will Miss You, Colombia.

My last post from this country. Colombia, thank you for the perspective and kindness! Alright so...

Javier, my taxi driver from Minca, was already at our meeting spot by the time Spencer, Grace and myself made the journey from Oscar's to town. I was relieved there was no waiting time as Vivian went to question the police folks the day before about the robbery at Jesus' home (refer to previous blog post) and I had the dramatic thought that they'd recognize me this morning and I'd go missing in Minca. 

It took me a couple of days to adjust from Minca to Cartagena. Minca was relaxing with cooler temps and Cartagena was blazing hot and initially felt like a Venice on land to me. Narrow roads, lots of people and definitely catered to tourists. I was not a big fan of Venice. My second day in Cartagena, it was empty, it was a Sunday, still blazing hot but without the crowds. Sandrine and I were able to connect via email; she left Minca two days prior to me leaving. She said she had the same initially reaction I did to Cartagena and had regretted leaving Minca so early. Sandrine went to visit the El Tuomo volcano the next day while the thought of being on a bus for two hours of my day did not appeal, so I opted out. I spent the quiet Sunday really exploring the old town, walking every street, sometimes twice. I fell in like with Cartagena. It was no longer Venice. I found my favorite street food cart...I am convinced that I will not find plantains for 30 cents anywhere else. 

I've spent four days here in this lovely fort town. My second to last night here, Sandrine and I went to Cafe del Mar; a bar that sits above the town walls of the old town. It overlooks the Caribbean waters and the lights of Bocagrande; Cartagena's South Beach. On a breezy night, this was the perfect social spot. After our cerviche dinner, we wandered the streets before bidding farewell. This would be the last town that we connect during our individual trips to Colombia. We had met on our journey to Cabo de la Vela, crossed paths in Minca and managed to connect again in Cartagena. This was her first time traveling solo at 27. I was 26 when I made my first solo trip abroad (to Prague and Italy). It brought back memories.. the feeling of it. 

I spent most of my last day at SoSpa at the Santa Clara Hotel here in Cartagena. I needed a little vacation from my vacation. It's a stunning architectural building. It was the perfect way to wind down my vacation and the best spa experience to date...yes even better than Solage Calistoga. It took two weeks to get asked if I was Colombian! Apparently, I've got a bit of color from the radiating Colombian sun!

Of all my travels, this one, by far was the most challenging in terms of communication because of my lacking Spanish skills and not many people here speak English. However, this has also become one of my favorite trips. The people here in this country and fellow travelers I've met have been so kind to me. If it wasn't for the military helicopters roaming the Sierra Nevadas during my last full day in Minca and the fact that every place (other than Oscar's) that I've stayed (most lodging in general) at requires a buzz from hotel security to get in, you wouldn't think that Colombia had a violent past. Vivian reminds me that I am traveling in a (still) dangerous country but I've only prayed for my life once...while we were moto- taxi'ing, excuse me, dirt moto- taxi'ing (all motor taxis there are in the form of dirt bikes due to "road" conditions) to the Pozo Azul waterfalls in Minca.

I hope Colombia and I will cross paths again.. maybe the next time I visit this country.. drivers would honk less (if there was a medal award for honking, this country would win gold), Oscar would have installed his zip line, I would have learned enough Spanish to polish my street vendor negotiating skills and sadly, I will see a few Starbucks as they've just announced their first store opening in this country set for 2014.

To wrap up the towns I visited: Medellin was vibrant, Guatape was cute, Cabo de la Vela was stimulating, I absolutely adored Minca and fell in like with charming Cartagena. 

Thanks to my friends Ray and Megan who helped put Colombia on my radar and Ricardo and his family for being a very helpful and available resource! Fun fact: I leave Colombia having made more new friends than any of my previous travels!

Oh, and in case any of you ever make it to Minca, call Oscar's for a  bed or hammock to sleep on: tel:+57 (313) 534 4500 then message me for directions.

Oscar's Place Made Minca Magical!

My taxi guy, Javier, dropped me off by the police station in the town of Minca where I would spend the next 3 nights, unplugged. Minca became a destination on this trip when I decided not to do the Ciudad Perdida trek and the recommendation came from my post on trip advisor. I would say that it was a fine decision on my part! 

After being dropped off, I took out my scribble scratch and found my way to Oscar's Place; my hostel home for my time here. Minca on the surface is kind of a hole in the wall type of town, well, a poor shit hole of a town but if you peel off the layers a bit, it transforms into this magical type of place where you find butterflies landing on you, hundreds of types of birds and monkeys living in the lush and throngs of friendly motor taxi drivers (they seem intimidating at first). Additionally, for me, it was also a place where I would see friendly familiar faces again and leave with many new ones. 

After about 15 minutes of trekking through muddy roads, jungle tracks and crossing streams, I find Oscar's Place. I heard about Oscar's Place from a tip on the forum boards on tripadvisor. Oscar doesn't advertise his place, he doesn't have a website and he is not listed on any reservation site. Travelers, like myself, find his place via word of mouth and google around for his phone number to make sure he has a spot for you. I arrived at a property sitting on a bluff overlooking the town of Santa Marta in the middle of the lush mountains of the Sierra Nevada. If you can't find peace at a place like this, you won't find it anywhere. 

My days here were spent lying on hammocks, reading, just being, in conversations about sports, motor taxi'ing to waterfalls and in one case walking to one with Alec and his two friends (Gautier and Guilluam) from France. It's always fun to see familiar faces again when traveling like this. I bumped into them in town while sesrching for a lunch spot with Sandrine (who met at Cabo de la Vela). They decided to come to Minca for a day before their journey to Punta Gallinas. While how Alec ended up on crutches (refer to previous blog post) was not impressive, watching him hop on one foot over barely a bamboo bridge was when we visited a small waterfall. 

Up until this point, I had not met many Americans, a lot of Canadians and Australians but Jim and Alec had been the only Americans I had met. Here in Minca, at Oscar's Place is where I feel like we all decided to gather. There was Grace and Spencer from Philly, Chris from Austin and Oscar's niece, Vivian from LA. Eric from Spain but now lives in Paris, Cornelia from Swiss and Mikey & Phoebe from England and Oz were also warm additions. Mike and Phoebe will be traveling "the south"of the US visiting the likes of Tennessee, Louisiana, Florida, etc. They say that all they've been meeting are the open minded Americans and they want to know what the "real" America was like. Vivian and I pleaded with them to stick to the coast but they were not convinced. 

I will miss the vibrant dinner and post dinner conversations. Here at Oscar's we have a family style dinner nightly at 7:30PM cooked by either Oscar or Jesus. Jesus is a helper of Oscar's though many women have offered to take him back home to with them. He cooks, cleans, has a warm soul that transcends through his smile and eyes. Jesus' home was actually broken into while I was in Minca and stole his savings of $600. He was saving that to pay back a loan his father had in hopes of taking out another loan to build a room at his mother's house. I know Oscar will help make it right for him but I felt so awful about what has happened to him that I left him a tip as I said my goodbyes..the equivalent of my three night stay..it's not much but a small gesture.

Oscar's is a special place and it's truly been home for me the past few days. It's been Oscar's home for the last 15 years, he is originally from LA and is a mean chess and backgammon player. There isn't much advertising for this place because Oscar wants to keep it word of mouth and limited only to those who really want to find it. He provides meals, makes a comforting cup of chai from scratch and an awesome outdoor shower. Seriously, the best outdoor shower with a view of the Sierra Nevadas! By day 2, I learned that warm water is powered by the solar panel he has set up so ...sunshine means shower now! There is no internet available at Oscar's or much of anywhere in Minca. During my 15 minute trek, there were only two signs that directed you, you definitely had to have faith that you were going the right way! He is continuing to build the place out and in a few years, this place may even have a zip line, in which case Oscar said he will let me know so I can come back and check it out. I highly recommend that for anyone making the trip to Colombia to consider Minca and if you're in Minca, there isn't a better place to stay than Oscar's. 

Traveling Orphan Enroute To Parque Tayrona!

I arrived back at the lobby of Solymar Hotel after my excursion to Cabo de la Vela. Freddy, the guy who runs the hostal says, "ah, si!" He shows me to my room, apparently, he has decided I was now worthy of a room on the top floor with a view as he proudly showed me! The next morning, I showed up at the doorstep of the Magic Tours office awaiting my trip to Playa Crytal in Parque Tayrona. 9:30AM ish, I was instructed to follow this guy wearing a soccer jersey. I followed him closely through the busy streets of Santa Marta and after about 5-7 minutes of walking, we stop at a corner to wait for my bus. Shortly before my bus arrives, he buys me an apple, makes a phone call and sends me into the bus. Okay...that wasn't strange at all! I enter a bus party full of Colombian families and 3 younger guys that stuck out. I sat next to a Colombian woman named Carmen who quickly decided to adopt me to join her and her family today. For the majority of the trip, they kept track of me and made sure that I didn't get lost. In other words, I was their orphan for the day. They even cautioned when they thought I was swimming out too far in the clear blue waters. I left out the detail about my background as an Ironman triathlete. It was all very sweet. They spoke a few words in English and I spoke fewer in Spanish but hand signals have gone a long way on this trip!

Our bus arrived at the gateway of Parque Tayrona..I see bright green iguanas running through the roads and am glad I am on a bus vs walking on foot. We took a short boat ride to the beautiful Playa Crytal beach where we spent the majority of the afternoon. It was there that I befriended one of the 3 younger guys. Alec was on crutches and I asked him what happened during our boat ride. I expected some grand story about how be injured his foot while doing some gnarly river crossings on the Ciudad Perdida trip but instead he said he stepped on some glass at a bar. Alec, if you're reading this, sorry, but it was true, I was expecting a more impressive story :)! Alec is from Boston and the two guys he is traveling with are from France. They met in Rwanda last year and this sort of their reunion trip. Alec mentions that the roads here runs him of Africa; I would agree.

Towards the end of our afternoon on the beach, we take the boat back to the beach which actually had gold sand (like Sayulita) and back on the bus to Santa Marta. Once we arrived in the outskirts of Santa Marta, myself, Alec and his two buddies were ushered out of the bus and into a cab. The cab was to drop us off at our perspective hostels except two blocks away, the taxi driver signaled me to walk after having dropped the boys off. Luckily, I walked myself into circles my first day in Santa Marta earlier this week that I knew my way around town now so it wasn't an issue. 

Last night, there was a pretty angry thunderstorm happening. I am going off the grid for a few days heading up to the Sierra Nevadas this morning to a town name Minca. I've been in Colombia for almost a week now and I still can't believe how nice and warm everyone here has been to this non-Spanish speaking gal. My friend, Ray was right in that the people make this country special. The host of this hostal, Freddy, is a sweetheart. He has gone above and beyond helping me with logistics. Thank goodness for wifi and my language translation app! I would highly recommend Solymar Hostal to anyone making a stop here. The people who run it are great and it happens to be next to a sex toys shop so you can't miss it! Funny, but true. I made plans to meet up with Sandrine in Minca, I hope we find eachother. Alec and his friends are off to Punta Gallinas. Alec says he hopes they meet a "Jim" on their trip, I hope so as well  as I think every traveler should experience one... especially on a journey like Punta...at least for entertainment's shake!

Much gratitude to my Colombian family today! Be in touch in a few days, ya'll!