Talk about anti-climactic.
We finished the South American loop.
We drove a giant circle around the perimeter of South America in a 1971 VW bus. Slowly. This continent took us three years, mas o menos.
There might have been a high five when we reached a recognizable dusty round-about in Santa Marta. For sure, it was subdued.
Things we’ve forgotten about Colombia….
Broaster chicken. I still don’t know what it means, but it’s good… and you eat it wearing clear plastic gloves.
Drinking water from bags. Bite the corner and leave it dangling from your mouth… walk around. It just feels right. It’s cheaper and somehow colder. And, less waste.
Lights that turn yellow before green. Why doesn’t the rest of the world do this?
This happened: a motorcyclist pushing a taxi with his foot. The taxi has a passenger. We have photos.
Oh, man. Back in Taganga. That’s the South American loop.
The best of travel seems to exist outside of time, as though the years of travel are not deducted from your life.