Deep Inside Colombia - Crossing The Andes With A Surfboard
I'll always remember the expression on the substance of that Colombian campesino man. My better half just disclosed to him in Spanish that what I am holding under my arm is for sure a surfboard, in spite of the way that we were remaining in a Colombian town that was found some place amidst the Andes Mountains, many miles from any sea. Subsequent to hearing this news the man made a joke about us getting terrible headings. He at that point flashed a grin that uncovered a mouth loaded with spoiled teeth. Not long after that he shook his head, tucked his hands into the front pockets of his hand-woven Inca style poncho, turned, and proceeded onward down the main road in his town. At the point when the man achieved the focal point of town a whirlwind cleared down the road and passed the dark fedora cap over his head. As I was watching him pursue it through a dust storm, I pondered internally; "I gotta' get to the sea." If you are looking for the AndesTransit for medellin...