Aic3la, La Perdida……. Aic3la, The Lost Girl…….

ROAD TRIP NUMBER 2 YAAAAAAAAA!!!

This time to celebrate one of the numerous bank holidays (Gracias ‘Assumption Of Mary!!’) in Colombia I decided to join some friends on an impromtu trip to the coastal region on Santa Marta. After booking my tickets and accommodation online (I had cashpoint issues), I started what was going to be a tedious start to my vacation.

DRAMA #1

I arrived at the bus station at 9.35am ready to board my bus at 10am, only to be told MY BUS HAD ALREADY LEFT THE STATION. Apparently because the bus was coming from Medellin, if not passengers are present when they are close to Barranquilla, they are allowed to continue on with the journey…… all togther now…… BULLSHITTTTTTTT!!!

After brief discussion I was told I could board the next bus which would be in 2 hours…… So there I sat in an airconditioned waiting room, where I proceed to be bit to shit by mosquito´s. (Found out later on)

So I got onto the bus which was very spacious and comfortable, not packed either and it was a smooth journey which took just under 2 hours.

DRAMA #2

Got to Santa Marta bus station and managed to share a taxi with a guy who was headed to the same hostel. Pulling up outside it, The Dreamer hostel looked very nice, had loads of character and a present social scene. All the things a good hostel needs.

Once we were checked in and our rooms paid for, one of the reception workers gave us a quick outline of the area and things to do and see. After pointing our local party town Taganga and the famous UNESCO Parque Tayrona, he mentioned their sister hostel ´The Dreamer Palomino´………. LIGHTBULB MOMENT!!!

Silly me, didn´t realise there were 2 OF THEM!!! Following a quick panic pep talk with myself, I spoke to the manager and managed to get my booking moved over to the other Dreamer Hostel, No Problemo!! THANX AGAIN GUYS!!!

The bus to the hostel was an experience in itself, it was so full I had to sit on the stairs!! Here´s a snapshot of my view for 2hours….

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THIS IS WHEN MY HOLIDAY TRULY BEGAN!!!

It was the perfect setting to wash away the MADNESS i just went through. The dreamer hostel is located right on the beach so it was just what I needed to enjoy the weekend. After meeting up with friend we enjoyed an amazing meal at the hostel next door (Shout out to Paula!) and spent Sunday fully indulged in beach life. I LOVED IT!!!! Rocked the heck outta my tankini and just generally enjoyed the blessing i was in.

The waves were to rough for me to play with but I must say overall Palomino beach is just the place to enjoy a couple bottles of rum with good food and great company.

Here are some snaps for ya!

Aic3la, La Perdida……. Aic3la, The Lost Girl……. was originally published on The Many Words Of Aic3la

1st Road Trip to Salgar/Puerto Colombia

What a semi-week here in Colombia!!

So since my last post i´m glad to announce (thanx to Couchsurfing.org and Sarah), we have found a new apartment!! (Applause) QUICK I KNO! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

So to celebrate our new digs (any reason to party lol) we were gratefully accepted an invite to expat mixer of foreign teachers in Barranquilla. Was a great night full of vodka, rum and dancing as it should be……. no aguardiente YET tho!!

I met some wonderful people that night and no doubt will be partying with them again soon. ❤ I was put in touch with a lady we will call S through a former assistant from the British Council so Sunday i paid her a visit in her town, Salgar.

The journey should have been straight-forward however in true sunday style, Sorry Lionel Richie, IT WAS NOT EASY!!! Instead of 1 hour journey on a bus, i had to hitch a ride in a colectivo (small mini-van that goes along the route) to the entrance of a nearby town, WALK HALF A KILOMETRE to the town centre where God heard my sun scorched cries and put me on a connecting bus to where i needed to be.

S lives in a lovely apartment RIGHT ON THE BEACH! It was a cloudy day so it wasn´t bikini time but i was sooooo happy to feel sand and sea water again!!

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S and I walked along the beach have good old gurlie chats about our lives and impressions of various societies (S has lived in A LOT of countries).

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Before long we decided to meet up with 2 other teachers K and E who were nearby and go for dinner. I met these ladies at the same party, you will be hearing more about our future travels once we organise everything! They were coming from puerto Colombia which was further along the coast. AFter a few cold drinks we made our way to an amazing pizza place. Although the pizzas are DELICIOSOOOOOO, the service is well tempremental to say the least!

At around 8, i decided to head home as it was a long journey for me, managed to negociate a deal with a taxi driver who dropped me back to my door with no drama at all.

Had a really nice day and am soooo happy to meet people on the same wavelength as me.

Now bring on the week!!!! :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1st Road Trip to Salgar/Puerto Colombia was originally published on The Many Words Of Aic3la

In Memory of Dr Maya Angelou

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In memory of the late great Dr Maya Angelou…… a literary tribute and a constant reminder of my constant plight to stay out of the ‘birdcage’ ❤

(The quote in the picture is taken from a speech on Freedom in 1973 by Dr Maya Angelou)

 

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

 

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

 

R.I.P

In Memory of Dr Maya Angelou was originally published on The Many Words Of Aic3la

Book of the Month – Prisoner to the Streets by Robyn Travis

Book of the Month - Prisoner to the Streets by Robyn Travis

Self explanatory title gives you an insight into the content but please don’t judge it by the cover. The reality of life these days means at some point we all encounter what happens on the streets.
This biography is about a young man’s plight to change in a way that throws filters out the window.

Not for the faint hearted but if you have a heart you can read it.

Enjoy!

xoxo

What are WE waiting for???

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What are WE waiting for???

In a world where are have been brainwashed into instant gratification, WHAT ARE WE STILL WAITING FOR TO MAKE A CHANGE THAT LASTS????

Growing up in London, as a young woman (I’m not bringing race into this) I was exposed to a lot of things that I didn’t know how to interpret yet didn’t have the time to make an educated decision because I was already present.

You can’t revise life like you do for an exam, more than likely you are going to be thrown into life situations that no-one can prepare you for at a times when you are most vulnerable.

Teenage years are one of the most compelling times in anyone’s life yet completing this era is becoming as endangered as rhinos in the wild.

We are told to grow up yet we are expected to know what to without being taught. Most people make an educated decision based on another person’s experience before finding unbiased information which has resulted in a us SURVIVING in a world gravitating to TAKE TAKE TAKE.

I am a woman so I will never understand the plights of boys or young men growing up but I will say that at some point in time we have to come together and create families which is scary because the values we have are all experience based without knowledge.

I’m sick of being scared for the sun to shine because there is a chance that young people will die due to street violence.

I love the sun so much yet the problems it causes breaks my heart.

I’m sick of being told not to have parties because the fear of the unknown visitor outweighs my want for happiness.

Not because I’m naive but because I don’t want to see any more bloodshed with my naked eye.

I’m sick of the media and statistics blaming young people for their failures as a social power.

How do you expect us to be inspired if our futures are plagued with debts? The amount of dirty money pumping through the system is disgusting. With rising property prices and over population, it’s sad to say the streets are holding too much value and people are dying for every single paving stone.

I was blessed enough to hear a short presentation by 2 young men using their lives to try and create a better future, they were not there to sugar coat life yet they were not being overly clouded.

They touched on the turbulent fight to have places where they could help elevate young people in basic life skills and the fact the our older generations have let us down by allowing problems to worsen by turning a blind eye. I was personally compelled to what they had to say, not because i had been through the same but I respect the reality that they put forward.

They weren’t trying to gain fans or rounds of applause, they fact they were still alive was applause enough to them.

We are told to respect our elders but respect is mutual and I was shocked to see the attitudes of some grown ups, if roles were reversed I know the discipline would have rolled right out. Sad because are they people who are supposed to set us an example…..

I managed to speak to both men afterwards and congratulate them on their successes, they are so humble and down to earth. I’m positive there plenty of other mentors and examples out there, who want a better present and past and with people like them trying to make a difference however small the change, it WILL come…..

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WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR????????????

Personal Thank you to Bilal and Robyn, Keep up the good work dudes. Inspiration to say the least.