I had just crossed the border back into Colombia and was thumbing at the side of the road when a smiley and rosy cheeked lady called Lucy beckoned me over. She gestured to the car parked beside her and told me her brother was driving a long way, towards Bogotá, and she'd ask if he could take me. The brother appeared, apparently from nowhere, and said he'd gladly take me but couldn't leave for 'I'm not sure how long.'
I decided I'd be better off getting a move on and it took about five minutes to score a ride in a Jeep, then a motorbike, a car, a lorry, a pick-up, a car, another motorbike, and another car. I was waiting in a small village where every man and boy seemed to hang out in front of one particular shop. I'm not sure where the women and girls hung out. I had been waiting for a while: long enough for me to need to sing and dance to keep myself occupied but not so long that I was wailing 'por favor' at passing vehicles.
Eventually a small maroon Chevrolet skidded to a stop and I was surprised to see Lucy's brother leap out of the drivers door and flail his arms in excitement. And there was Lucy in the front passengers seat!
With my final ride of the day to Cali, a chicken delivery man, I saw an incredible sunset. Huge pink pillowy clouds rested on the mountain tops, low enough to allow their points to peak out above.
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| Hills in the South of Colombia |
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