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So, back to Medellin. So much for just staying another night. I made it out a week later. Can't remember if I said but unless you take advantage of the Monday/Tuesday window's relative calm, you just accept you'll be there for another week.

Rather amusingly, all the caners who'd arrived there long before I first did were not only still there but were so sick of the excess that they'd cleaned their acts right up. They were jogging and swimming like nobody's business so each afternoon I'd join them and actually started getting my arse in shape. And each evening I'd go out and spend some more money I haven't got carefully undoing all the hard work in the pool that afternoon.

Cock-A-Doodle Don't

Graham Perkins
2006-08-21 12:38:13

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So, back to Medellin. So much for just staying another night. I made it out a week later. Can't remember if I said but unless you take advantage of the Monday/Tuesday window's relative calm, you just accept you'll be there for another week.

Rather amusingly, all the caners who'd arrived there long before I first did were not only still there but were so sick of the excess that they'd cleaned their acts right up. They were jogging and swimming like nobody's business so each afternoon I'd join them and actually started getting my arse in shape. And each evening I'd go out and spend some more money I haven't got carefully undoing all the hard work in the pool that afternoon.

One day, a load of us went to visit La Piedra. It's a massive rock two hours' bus ride away that you can walk up. And then back down again when you've had enough (that's pretty much how that one works). Views from the top were beautiful: clusters of islands sticking out of sweeping lakes. During the climb I met a couple of Colombian sisters who gave me the perfect chance to ditch the group and visit
a town another ten minutes away. I can't even remember what it was called. It was nice to spend time with the girls and an ok little place but ultimately it was also quite dull and I think I was in bed by 9 o'clock. Ditching gringoes... I guess sometimes you eat the bar and, well, sometimes he eats you.

Next day, though, I returned to Medellin with a long list of nice things to do there as I'd been ruing my own laziness throughout my first stay in the city to the girls. My heart pounded as they spoke passionately of gorgeous parks, fascinating museums and theatres and world-class exhibitions. My mind was buzzing; I felt positively lifted... I went back to Medellin running on pure adrenaline knowing that the whole world was just waiting for me to conquer it. How much of the list did I bother with that ...