MESH TALES 6/9/19-> 7/11/19

COLOMBIA TRIP

Belated telling will probably make this trip/ tale better & more glamorous and facts of dubious validity. Hay it’s warped from my perspective at the get go so enjoy or bitch as meets your pleasure.

Left MIA for MDE at 7:00 arrived at 21:20 Albedo & Beatriz brought us to their home in Medellin (where the weather is + or – 10 deg of 70 degF yr around) always a pleasure & free exercise being at the top of 5 flights of stairs. Roof repair must be a pleasant job in Medellin because there is always some working on theirs. Ah my friends the land of exotic fruits, friendly industrious people, good food & good weather. You can live here for about a third of what you can in the good ole USA.

June 12th we climbed aboard a 6 seater twin prop & headed for Acandi for a diving adventure. Seating was according to size & weight in close proximity so you could play patty cake if you wanted to. The restroom is back at the airport. Multiple cell phones recorded the adventure inside the plane and out for the future enjoyment of slow-moving or a little too polite relatives. Everyone should fly in a 6 seater aluminum beer can someday. Hour & a half and we were in the paradise known as Acandi the land of yesterday’s manana. We went to tow in high class in a 3 wheeler motorcycle taxi with a cover & back bench seat instead of the more exotic 2 wheel flatbed wagon and horse with a pillow to sit on. We were in a hurry to make the next water taxi to Sapzurro ( anybody with a boat you could talk into going). The taxi station ( weathered wooden dock) featured a restroom We went to tow in high class in a 3 wheeler motorcycle taxi with a cover & back bench seat instead of the more exotic 2 wheel flatbed wagon and horse with a pillow to sit on. We were in a hurry to make the next water taxi to Sapzurro ( anybody with a boat you could talk into going). The taxi station a weathered wooden dock featured a restroom for men a urinal on a wall butt exposed to the public and I guess the ladies just don’t pee here. In this case, the water taxi was a “V” bow heavy-duty 18-foot by 4ft fiberglass boat with a 25hp Yamaha outboard motor. We bumped over the sandbar & breakers at the mouth of the Arquiti river at low tide and were off into the surf with 2 to 3ft waves along the north coast of Colombia in the Caribean sea headed for Sapzurro. To a Colombian, this is just a trip home. To an uninitiated American this is an adventure! Small boat big waves, spray splashing over the gunwales rugged rocky hilly forested coastline with crashing surf shooting spray into the air and out cameras clicking everywhere. Adventure! And then Sapzurro, small multicolored village of houses boats stores and bars nestled along the coastline of a small protected cove. Ah so good so very good! Hilltop, our accommodation sat right on the sand of the beach with a glass front & sliding glass door, heavy bamboo wainscot bed taking up most of the main room and bathroom on the back wall. All good. We had arrived a day early & the room was unprepared for us and no one was particularly worried about this so needing a place to sleep we took it as was went snorkeling, had a nice supper of local fish and fixings at a beachside restaurant enjoyed delicious food & drink absorbed a glorious sunset and hand in hand along the beach returned for a well-deserived rest. Sunset is about 6:30 pm year-round in Columbia and sunrise at 6:30 am. Gentle music played a block down the beach at a local bar but with our doors closed, we couldn’t hear it and were asleep by about 8:00 pm. At 12:00 pm we were awakened by loud raunchy ruckus music. It sounded like it was coming from next door so I got up intending to politely ask them to turn it down. It wasn’t from next door it was from the bar a block down the road. They had their band amplification system maxed out. At the bar, they couldn’t hear me so I used hand gestures to ask them to turn the music down at least a little. Wasn’t a real crowd-pleaser. Beer fueled Muscular youths stared at me through foggy eyes questioning what their minds seemed to be telling them. I don’t speak Spanish but one of them spoke English and turned the music down long enough to be sure of the gist of what I was saying smiled said OK the resumed previous volume. Well I wasn’t going to whip all of them and saw no virtue in them whipping me so I went back to the apartment and explained my grand success to Maria. At 5:30 am the bar called it a night and we slept for a bit. Through conversation, we found out that this was normal for the bar and town. Not wanting to go this native we called Hilltop management & complained. They offered us a nicer place in the neighboring town of Capourgana which was secluded outside of town. We accepted and it turned out to be a better deal all around.

Author: Geezer

Under educated, abnormally curious, gutsy coward. 65yr or so, ( it keeps changing). Traded money for time even though money is freedom. Went sailling (sail a little work on boat a lot).