So, heute durfte ich meinen ersten Kater in Kolumbien "genießen" und konnte gestern etwas weiter in die Tiefen der Kultur armer Kolulumbianer eindringen. Tausendmal wurde ich davor gewarnt! Niemals von einem Mädel zu einem dir unbekannten Ort führen lassen - nur dass diesmal doch mein Glaube in meine Menschenkenntnis gewonnen hat (oder sowas ähnliches) vor meiner Vorsicht. Im Taxi wurd mir zwar schon etwas mulmig, als der Putz der Häuser für jeden Meter, den wir gefahren sind, mehr abbröckelte, aber meine Neugierde steigerte sich ins unendliche. Endlich angekommen, sah ich eine Art Bar, which looked not so bad and I got promt thousands Colombians know that myself with the standard phrase "Holaaaaa - como estas?" welcomed. My drink order her for a half-smiling Johnny Walker was quickly rejected and I was instead referred to the recommendation of the house. A liquor that can be enjoyed with water (tap water, as I've seen). Sorry, I forgot the name but it was approximately that of a herbal drink and do the obligatory plastic cup plus lots of lime to wegzukauen to the taste. Of course I have my first image and status shown by mistake, I went to the ladies room, which quite naturally with a capital "FEAS" marked (plural of ugly), I just took to me, that I would be right. Then I got
sovereign and drank without batting an eyelid the 45kg girls under the table! Dancing in Colombia is such a thing. What I could observe so far, it's about his pelvis targeted to the pelvis of his counterpart in rhythmic circular motion to move to the music, while increasing the body contact to infinity. At some point, so a little blur the boundaries of pleasure circle of friends and I had no idea who belongs to whom. Fortunately this is not Alzu bad, because they no German "Fuck off" on a "Hola, como estas?" and are any positive response from me, was rewarded with an equally positive. I took such a small change in emotion was when I was away in Colombia. Somehow, the mood is very exciting and very often fluctuates between totally romantic, sad and full of euphoria. I think the music I find, moreover, no longer so horrible, a lot helps.
course I was not only drunk, but I'll continue to have watched the city. The Plaza Botero is gezierrt with several amusing sculptures by Boltero and is located right in the center. Total of the atmosphere there is rather hostile. Begging children, those with a "Tengo hambre" and calculate angemaltem dirty face on compassion, as well as thousands of sellers of stock photos, cigarettes, chewing gum and hangers. The botanical garden Medellin is a huge park consisting of thousands of flowers, trees, a duck pond and lots of harmony. Everywhere you see lazy students siesta in the park or families who want entflüchten short times everyday. Just when I was there, was a fashion show right in the system was organized. Unfortunately, the area cordoned off and the Colombian models could be seen only from afar. I had immediately thought of my lions and beavers.
But enough raving, it is now time gemeckerkt, things that I make clear on the bag:
restaurants do not hang menus from
-alone, eating out is corrosive in Colombia, because I always have a band that plays preferred love songs , joins
apartment search is corrosive. No real estate scout, only no one speaks English newspaper
-no-
Amazon and Co. If you order something, I browse through MercadoLibre for a suitable dealer, sits in touch with him and macht einen Termin zur Bezahlung und Produktübergabe aus, natürlich ist jegliche Elektronik sau teuer und man hat kaum Angebot. Wenn man genau dieses eine Produkt sucht, hat man hier schlechte Karten
-niemand ist pünktlich, Faustregel ist immer ne halbe Stunde zu spät kommen und sich nach 10 Min Wartezeit temperamentvoll und ausfallend über das Zuspätkommen per Telefon zu mokieren, um anschließend wenigstens ein "Perdona, hay mucho traffico" zu ernten
Insgesammt war es eine erfolgreiche zweite Woche und so langsam gewinne ich in dieser Stadt an Selbstsicherheit.
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