|View from Monserrate, Bogotá|
Over the next couple of days we went about getting to know each other and our new roles as language assistants, trying the various dishes on offer (the juice here is delicious) and gradually overcoming our jet lag - waking up at five in the morning is so not on. Then, it was suddenly time to say goodbye to those who would be staying in Bogotá and make our way to our respective destinations, leaving behind the cool cloud cover of the capital and - for me - heading to somewhere altogether more tropical...
|Barranquilla - on the north (Caribbean) coast of Colombia|
|The group in Santa Marta|
After that (yes, there's more), a group of the international students decided to go to a nearby beach resort for the weekend, so guess where I ended up... well, I had to go, didn't I? Vast sandy beaches, palm trees, clear blue sea - it's enough to make anyone jealous (sorry, guys). And it's here that the phrase was coined that would sum up my time so far in this crazy, beautiful, welcoming country, most of which I haven't even been able to mention here for lack of space. T.I.C. (This Is Colombia) goes for all the mad taxi drivers, ridiculously cheap drinks, unrelenting stares (spot the European, they're pretty rare), beach parties, loud music, beeping horns, sweltering heat, street vendors, party buses (named 'chivas' after female goats), loooong waits (everyone is rather relaxed here), but most of all the unbelievable welcome I've received since I came here just over a week ago, from foreigners and natives alike. This is Colombia, indeed!