I have made my way from Mexico down to Colombia. I arrive in Bogotá and catch my connecting flight to Medellin. Basically no one speaks English. It’s number 50 out of 54 countries on a list with the least amount on English. My concern was always going to be arriving late in the evening and travelling into an unknown area in a taxi. As it happens my taxi driver has no idea where he is going and has no sat Nav. He is calling people and driving around in circles. I activate roaming on my phone to my dismay as I can’t get a data package with Telstra and its ridiculously expensive. I bring up maps and hand him my phone. He is delighted but continues to drive around in circles as he clearly can’t read a map. After a few more trips around the roundabout we finally arrive.
I spend a few days in Colombia just hanging out and not doing much for one I can’t access any money after losing my card in Mexico. I am waiting for cash to transfer to another card to see if I can withdraw any money. 🙂
I head out to dinner one night and get talking to a nice young guy that offers to be my tour guide. He is keen to speak english and show me around. We arrange to meet the following morning and head up to the metro cable. Amazing. It’s a brand new cable cart that has been installed to connect small villages up the side of the mountain to the main city area. These people who are very poor travel up to 2 hours every day on buses. Their trip has now been reduced to 25 minutes via the metro cable. The ride is out of this world. You are only just meters above sheer poverty-stricken hillside towns. Houses are virtually collapsing everywhere and squatters live in unfinished homes. I can’t imagine what would happen if an earthquake or a massive mudslide was to occur. The metro cable is about a 30-40min ride up and back. We walk back via a few small side streets and I sample the local breakfast in a small “tienda” shop.
The Colombian people are so friendly and very happy to help you out.