Medellín:
So Medellín
is the cats pajamas. Just go ahead and do yourselves a favor and buy a ticket
there. I got my ticket there for 300
bucks 3 weeks before my flight… Just
saying, you could do it if you put your mind to it and put down the smokes or
booze or whatever else if your poison for a couple of months. And then you could pick it up here again for
way cheaper if you really want to.
Anywys, the ciy is absolutely unreal.
It is nestled in the valley of two mountains, which is awesome to begin
with, and the buildings and suburbs spill up either flank in a fairly unreal
manner. I took some pics, but they
really don’t do the place any justice.
However, at night when the sky is pitch dark and you look down the
valley and see lights spread out across the mountains, it really is a sight to
behold. To be honest it kind of looks
like your standing at the bottom of a giant fluorescent taco shell, but think
about it… Tacos…
So I went
for the feria de las flores, which is an annual festival that coincides with
the harvest season, which outside of the united states is actually a really big
deal because, you know, food.
Right? Moving on, the city is
super clean and has some amazing things to see and if you go during this
festival you will be happy to find all sorts of amazing exhibits and such
having to do with flowers. My favorite
was a giant flower armadillo that was like 9 feet tall and almost 20 feet
long. Made of flowers. Pretty cool.
There was also an iguana, a bird, a jaguar, and a myriad of other
animals. There was a giant area set up
in one of the city’s parks that was basically filled to the brim with a pretty
unreal orchid exhibit. Think the flower show, but South American and outside in
tropical weather. Also the night life is
pretty dope. There is an area called
parquet lleras off of calle 10, which you all should check out. Theres like a billion trillion gillion bars
and clubs all packed into something like 5 or 6 city blocks, and my friends it
makes for a bumpin good times. Just be
careful of your wallets, if you know what I’m saying. But yeah, check the city out.
The one
shitty thing that happened was that a taxi driver had no idea where to bring me
and my friend david when we were looking for our hostil and he didn’t want to
admit that he really didn’t know. He was
being difficult, but it wasn’t like he was going out of his way to rip us off
or anything, generally a nice guys, but we definitely don’t operate on the same
plane of existence. Anyways, we ended up
giving up and had him drop us off outside, alone, pretty not sober, at a metro
station at something like 4am. Not a
good idea, but we weren’t getting anywhere anyways. Fast forward, we find a bus and eventually
get to our hostel at 5 am a little grumpy and a little worse for wear, but
thankfully safe, unrobbed and alive. We
may or may not have dodged a bullet there, but don’t let that get you down
about Medellín. Do yourselves a favor
and know where you need to go before you try to get there drunk at 3 in the
morning. Fucking love Medellín.
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