I was surprised to discover that I actually really enjoyed the small mountain city of Manizales. After three long days of hitchhiking up from the beaches of Ecuador, I was relieved to find a kind couch surfer with an adorable hillside home just outside of the city. Perched on comfy red plastic chairs, mint and lemongrass tea picked fresh from the garden clasped between hands, surrounded by coffee plants and banana trees, myself and my new host nattered well past sunset.
I was fortunate enough to be able to spend the following day with a friend I had made in Guatemala over a year ago. We tasted a lot of different food, and wandered through the streets that charmingly transformed from urban apartment complexes to small and rickety wooden and corrugated iron dwellings surrounded by tomato plants.
After a super-humanly fast and freezing cold shower and a night of blissful sleep in the peace and quiet of this rural abode, I sprang out of bed and headed to the airport to meet Chris. He was destined to spend two weeks with me here in Colombia and I was so excited for our coming adventure!
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| The view from Nicolas´ little house just outside Manizales. |
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