A man enters a room full of flashing lights and promises. He is damned and disowned. He has an erection. He has a gun. The gun this man carries can fire a thousand bullets in one minute.
Remember; this is the USA. This is the home of the brave; the land of opportunity.
“I’m pretty amazed so many people still use donkeys here” I comment. Dione chuckles. “Some men in Cartagena have a special relationship with their donkeys” he says…
“Bogota has very colourful street life, as you can see. Unfortunately there are also many homeless people on the streets in the city. During the tour, homeless people may come and stand near our group. Don’t worry. They are just curious because we speak English. They will not do anything bad…”
Jair says that Havier, the builder, has an electric saw we can use. It isn’t so much a saw as an angle grinder with a saw blade mounted on it. The blade is studded with wicked looking teeth, and there is no safety guard. “This doesn’t look safe to me” I tell Jair…
One Australian, two Colombians and two Belgians go up a mountain to see a giant Jesus. On the way we listen to music and swap travel stories. The music sounds a bit like a hip-hop boy-band produced by Ricky Martin…
On Saturday, Carlos leads an expedition into the hills around the volcano. I want to go to see the lava and stuff, but Carlos tells me it’s too dangerous, and anyway the top of the volcano is off limits to the public…