once again, here is my new number
415-321-0591
Learn it, Love it, Call it...
Friday, May 15, 2009
New Cell Number 415-321-0591
I have long forgotten the feeling of phantom cell phone buzzings in my pocket, feelings of guilt as i screen your calls, and man-texting with my friends, but it is time i submerge myself back into reality and get on with it.
once again, here is my new number
415-321-0591
Learn it, Love it, Call it...
once again, here is my new number
415-321-0591
Learn it, Love it, Call it...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Colombia
I am not dead.
Although i do feel like dying right now. Super hung over from an all night clubbing extravaganza in Cali, Colombia. But that is another story that is not really worth noting except for the fact that we thought it was a good idea, after no sleep and a full night of partying, to start bbqing this morning at 9 am.
I fell asleep before the kindling could catch.
Colombia has been really great. the people here are incredibly friendly and warm. There exists a different culture of trust and honesty that wasn't present in central america. For instance, you never pay for beer one beer at a time. you pay at the end when you are done drinking. In all the hostels there are fridges full of beer and you just take one whenever you want and mark down on a piece of paper how many you had during your entire stay and settle up at the end. That shit would never fly elsewhere, but for some reason it works and nobody takes advantage.
I started in Bogota, which I had originally thought would be a city i'd want to escape fairly quickly, however it was fantastic. There are a ton of college kids out in the old part of town which is a colonial style looking village at the base of the mountains. I got in there at 9:30 at night and immediately found some random Colombians who took me to the dirtiest most awesome heavy metal bar i have ever been to. Imagine 40 long haired, leather clad, bandana wearing, cigarette hammering, members of various local speed metal bands pumping their fists to Iron Maiden in a dark cave lined with kiss, ac/dc, and megadeth posters. My outfit was a little out of place, but my fist pumping abilities were right on par.
I went from Bogota to Medellin. The home of pablo escobar, and implants. Not just breast implants, but ass and lip implants too. Probably the most highly concentrated sector of barby wannaby look-a-likes this side of hollywood. Not that i am complaining. It was fucking awesome. Yes, the night life in Medellin was great fun, but I also managed to go on a pablo escobar tour where we checked out his old homes and offices that were sabotaged by car bombs on multiple occasions, his planes he used to traffic drugs in, his home where he died in, and his grave. Apparently people out here use the address of his home as lucky numbers. you can see in the slide show.
Some colombian guys also took me and a couple other guys fishing. I was stoked. I thought i was going to a picturesque lake or river, but when we got to the place i was a bit surprised. It consisted of 4 different sized bathtubs filled with water where you can hang your hook bated with a piece of dough which is tied to a 3 foot string tied to a 3 ft bamboo pole. Not exactly sport fishing. But it was a funny place to chill and drink a beer as we got soaked by torrential rain and the lighting almost zapped our balls off.
Plus, once you catch the fish they give you this stick to bash it over the head to kill it. There is something about bashing a fish over the head with a stick that somehow makes you feel like less of a man.
Next I headed to this quiet mountain town called Salento. It was a nice break from the party life and I was able to chill out and have some quiet time by myself. There are gorgeous views of river filled valleys and high mountain peaks, all covered with lush green grass. Colombia is a very beautiful country and not as dangerous as everyone makes it out to be.
There is a national park near salento that i went hiking in and i met some aussi guys on the trail who i had met in Medellin. We did a 4 hour hike and climbed 1000 meters through mud, horseshit and rain to the top of this peak where we found a little wooden shack and some guys serving hot chocolate and cheese. It was the most delicious thing I think i have ever put into my mouth. Besides maybe a philly cheese steak from the cheese steak shop which i can't fucking wait to have.
I cruised with these aussi guys down to Cali where we went on a all night bender and here i am. Good times.
I leave for Quito tomorrow and am getting ready for my flight home on the 13th. It has been quite an adventure so far. Looking forward to continuing with more familiar faces and landscapes.
Although i do feel like dying right now. Super hung over from an all night clubbing extravaganza in Cali, Colombia. But that is another story that is not really worth noting except for the fact that we thought it was a good idea, after no sleep and a full night of partying, to start bbqing this morning at 9 am.
I fell asleep before the kindling could catch.
Colombia has been really great. the people here are incredibly friendly and warm. There exists a different culture of trust and honesty that wasn't present in central america. For instance, you never pay for beer one beer at a time. you pay at the end when you are done drinking. In all the hostels there are fridges full of beer and you just take one whenever you want and mark down on a piece of paper how many you had during your entire stay and settle up at the end. That shit would never fly elsewhere, but for some reason it works and nobody takes advantage.
I started in Bogota, which I had originally thought would be a city i'd want to escape fairly quickly, however it was fantastic. There are a ton of college kids out in the old part of town which is a colonial style looking village at the base of the mountains. I got in there at 9:30 at night and immediately found some random Colombians who took me to the dirtiest most awesome heavy metal bar i have ever been to. Imagine 40 long haired, leather clad, bandana wearing, cigarette hammering, members of various local speed metal bands pumping their fists to Iron Maiden in a dark cave lined with kiss, ac/dc, and megadeth posters. My outfit was a little out of place, but my fist pumping abilities were right on par.
I went from Bogota to Medellin. The home of pablo escobar, and implants. Not just breast implants, but ass and lip implants too. Probably the most highly concentrated sector of barby wannaby look-a-likes this side of hollywood. Not that i am complaining. It was fucking awesome. Yes, the night life in Medellin was great fun, but I also managed to go on a pablo escobar tour where we checked out his old homes and offices that were sabotaged by car bombs on multiple occasions, his planes he used to traffic drugs in, his home where he died in, and his grave. Apparently people out here use the address of his home as lucky numbers. you can see in the slide show.
Some colombian guys also took me and a couple other guys fishing. I was stoked. I thought i was going to a picturesque lake or river, but when we got to the place i was a bit surprised. It consisted of 4 different sized bathtubs filled with water where you can hang your hook bated with a piece of dough which is tied to a 3 foot string tied to a 3 ft bamboo pole. Not exactly sport fishing. But it was a funny place to chill and drink a beer as we got soaked by torrential rain and the lighting almost zapped our balls off.
Plus, once you catch the fish they give you this stick to bash it over the head to kill it. There is something about bashing a fish over the head with a stick that somehow makes you feel like less of a man.
Next I headed to this quiet mountain town called Salento. It was a nice break from the party life and I was able to chill out and have some quiet time by myself. There are gorgeous views of river filled valleys and high mountain peaks, all covered with lush green grass. Colombia is a very beautiful country and not as dangerous as everyone makes it out to be.
There is a national park near salento that i went hiking in and i met some aussi guys on the trail who i had met in Medellin. We did a 4 hour hike and climbed 1000 meters through mud, horseshit and rain to the top of this peak where we found a little wooden shack and some guys serving hot chocolate and cheese. It was the most delicious thing I think i have ever put into my mouth. Besides maybe a philly cheese steak from the cheese steak shop which i can't fucking wait to have.
I cruised with these aussi guys down to Cali where we went on a all night bender and here i am. Good times.
I leave for Quito tomorrow and am getting ready for my flight home on the 13th. It has been quite an adventure so far. Looking forward to continuing with more familiar faces and landscapes.
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