2018 Colombia – Day 1

Our flights to Colombia – there didn’t seem to be any direct way to get there from SF – but the first leg left SFO early Friday morning, early enough that we actually went on Thursday evening. I was surprised at the amount of traffic at the International terminal, and the line for security, although I tried to distract myself from the charade by people watching, and did see, amongst all the neck pillows, a good t-shirt – “I don’t snore, I dream I’m a motorcycle.” Perhaps my attitude registered on something, as I was selected for a pat down after going through the scanner. Hmnpft. Anyhoo, they did not find anything, and we were able to find our gate, and get a drink before the bar closed. Whew.

Ah yes, the hurry up and wait. And oh yeah, we’re on the Colombian airline – the announcements were en Español. The plane was an Airbus A320 – I’m not sure if it was the plane, the airline, or maybe that I hadn’t flown in a while, but somehow the economy felt more generous than on US airlines. For a moment I thought we’d have our row of 3 seats to ourselves, but no, the plane filled.

There were individual screens for each seat – I know that’s not a new thing, but I suppose still more of my air travel has been without them than with them so it still sorta surprises me. There were also USB ports, and wing flaps on the headrests. Yes, I’m easily impressed.

The pilot said it would be 5 hours and 10 minutes flight time to San Salvador, our transfer point. In addition to the travel time, local time was an hour ahead of San Francisco. I managed to doze off, although it was fitful – I’m not sure if there were any services, since it was “you really ought to be asleep” time.

When I “woke” there were red sunrise crescents on the wall from a few shades that had been left open, and the time said 4:45 in San Francisco. The flight map said we still had an hour and forty-five minutes to go. I felt a bit peckish, and was wondering if there would be a meal service, when the flight attendants went around first with warm moist towelettes, and then with breffast! The choices were a ham and cheese burrito, or an egg empanada – which I heard as egg and banana, which sounded odd, so I didn’t choose it.

We had a short connection time – fortunately our first flight was on time and the gate for the second flight was not far away, but I was surprised that we had to go through another check station, where they looked at our passports and ran our bags through a scanner. The flight was already boarding when we got to the gate – actually it was a get on the bus to the plane deal. It was pretty nice not having to sit around and wait, and it all went so quickly I didn’t have time to get worried about missing the second flight.

The little bit I saw of El Salvador was pretty much flat, although there was ? a sort of volcano-y looking thing in the distance from the airport. We did see a bit of coastline, although I think for the majority of both flights we were over land.

From El Salvador it was another 3ish hours flight time, plus another hour ahead on the clock. We deplaned onto the tarmac, and had what seemed like a long bus ride to the terminal. There seemed to be inordinate numbers of airport workers – at each gate, for luggage handling, for who knows what all. Maybe that’s what it takes to run an airport, and I just don’t usually see it all when going directly on or off the plane by jetway.

Immigration had nicely color coded footprints to follow depending on what category you were in. We were green for foreigners. Once we had our passports stamped we continued on to pick up the one bag we’d checked, and then got some local money. I suppose because of money laundering, the exchange was quite the process – they needed an ID, all the info and a fingerprint! The bills were pretty and colorful, like most countries so much more interesting than the US currency. One dollar was 2900 something pesos so SO. MANY. ZEROES.

On the flight from El Salvador we’d gotten a customs form, but it had been in Spanish. We’d taken a stab at answering it – and done OK – but it turned out there were English versions at the customs check point, so we filled those out. I don’t know if the man even looked at mine. The bags went through another scan and then we were free to go.

We’d been warned that the temperature was similar to San Francisco, so there was no great temperature shock when we went out onto the sidewalk, but there was a bit if the being in another country thing. It was not totally crazy but most everyone was speaking not English and there were a couple of ways we could have ended up in a not official taxi, which we’d been cautioned against.

As a big city, Bogotá was same same but different. High rises, traffic, etc. but in general smaller cars, a separated bus way, and in some places separated bike way. Lots of murals and urban wall art – some official looking, some not so much. A man at a stoplight with a squeegee and bottle of soapy water offering to wash windshields, lots of motorcycles and scooters. Fortunately the taxi driver was not too chatty – I’m not a huge fan of that even in my first language.

Eric had a map up so could tell we were, indeed headed to our hotel, which was fairly straightforward to get to, although I don’t think I’d want to drive in Bogotá. We checked in and headed up to our room on the eighth floor.

The room was spare and efficient, with an angled bathroom next to the door and a built-in shelving/open closet and desk under the window. The receptacles were configured for a variety of plug shapes, and there were USB plugs! A sign listing the Hotel Services included there being an Ironing room, which was intriguing but I did not investigate.

Some combination of slight dehydration, lack of coffee for the day and oh yeah maybe that 8000+ feet of altitude had a headache threatening, so I ignored the voice saying, “you’re in a new place, go outside and look around!” and took some headache medicine with a bunch of water and laid down for a nap. We talked about setting an alarm, but there was a mixup between home time and local time, and I ended up sleeping a bit later than “planned.”

In fact it was dark out when I woke up, which made it seem quite late, but, sunset being around 6 PM, it wasn’t really. There was dance music going somewhere, and when I looked out the window one of the neighboring buildings had scrolling light displays on it.

We went downstairs. I had thought there was a restaurant restaurant, but all we saw was the lobby bar area, which did seem to have a food menu, but also had music playing. Not crazy loud, but more than we were interested in.

There was a light drizzle falling when we went outside. There were several restaurants close by the hotel. We looked at a menu, recognized a few words but nothing jumped out as must have. We walked a short way down the street we had come in on from the airport, saw a McDonald’s but not much else, restaurant-wise – well if McDonald’s can be called a restaurant. We did pass some sidewalk vendors – the arepas smelled tasty – but had been advised against eating street food.

We ended up back by the hotel. Most of the restaurants were still nearly empty. Oh – people must eat later here. After scanning a couple other menus and deciding it was way more thinking than we wanted to do at the moment we ended up at Home – a burger place with a simple menu. Note to self: tocineta means bacon. They came in clever corner pocket wrappers, and were not overcooked. The menu said medio, but it was a nice medium rare.

After joking about going out clubbing we headed up to the room. The hotel had WiFi, so I checked in on the internets. A friend had posted an Anthony Bourdain quote that seemed rather apropos.

“If I’m an advocate for anything, it’s to move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. The extent to which you can walk in someone else’s shoes or at least eat their food, it’s a plus for everybody. Open your mind, get up off the couch, move.”

And the next post – from another who I’m pretty sure doesn’t know the first, although you never know in Santa Rosa – was the exact same quote. Huh. What are the odds of that?! Sprinkled in my feed were other quotes, a video, and one that just said, “Anthony Bourdain” – oh, that can’t be good. The googles confirmed.

A sad benediction for the trip, which was a gathering of friends and family – many for the first time in Colombia – to celebrate the wedding of two amazing people. It was a good reminder of how much there is in life, and how unfortunately it is not always enough.

more photos

June 8, 2018

next day >

Advertisements
Posted in travel | Tagged , | 2 Comments

IONTW – June 10, 2018

Last day of Art at the Source Open Studios in west Sonoma County.

Inflatable drawing tool. Seems so obvious once you see it…

and maybe not so obvious, depending on the context – The Golden Record.

Amazing bread designs.

Save the Date! The 10th Annual Los Angeles Printers Fair – Saturday, October 13th & Sunday, October 14th, 2018

Posted in art, books, printing | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

oh Colombia!

Yes, with an ‘o’ – well actually, two of them – no ‘u’. As in Colombia, South America! It’s the one South American country that meets Central America, sharing a border with Panama. In this location it is also the only South American Country to have coasts on both the Caribbean Sea and Pacific Ocean.

Colombia covers an area roughly equivalent to the US states of California and Texas, or the European countries of France, Spain and Portugal. This makes it the 26th-largest country in the world, and the fourth-largest in South America. In elevation it varies from sea level to over 5000m (over 16400 feet.) Bogotá is ~8700 feet!

Columbia is GMT-5 hours, but does not observe the evil changing the clock twice a year thing so at the moment they are just two hours ahead of PDT. There don’t seem to be any direct flights from Northern California, and I’m sorta blocking out the travel time for the two flights we’ll be taking.

Much of the country is actually north of the equator. If we were just visiting Bogotá, it would be a Northern Hemisphere trip. Villa de Leyva, a picturesque colonial village which is our second destination, is likewise above the equator. However, we’ll also be making an excursion to Leticia and its jungly surroundings. The Amazon! Which is the southern tip of the country, below the equator, and on the border with Brazil and Peru. Should be good times as long as we don’t get carried off by giant mosquitos.

And yeah, why Colombia? Although I know a couple of folks who are from there, it wasn’t particularly on my list of places to go (huh, part of the last international trip was kinda like that…) – but then one of the Colombian friends is getting married, and she and her spouse-to-be decided to do it in Colombia and invite a bunch of us to go celebrate with them. Um, OK. Now that I’ve started learning a bit about the country I’m getting pretty excited, and it should be good to have a local connection!

Posted in travel | Tagged , | Leave a comment

something I think I’d like to know, #318

am I the only one that’s a bit weirded out by the Father-Daughter Dance thing? or maybe another way to put it – if Parent-Child Dances are “normal”, why have I never heard of a Mother-Son Dance?

Posted in family, I'd like to know | 1 Comment

IONTW – June 3, 2018

Yesterday, today and also next weekend, June 9-10, Art at the Source Open Studios in western Sonoma County.

Libraries aren’t just for books! Here’s one of sourdough starters. And another food related – eat your game!

Make a caption + vintage images = Married to the Sea.

Some cool vintage pictures in here too – 128 years of cycling. My man Luther B in number four.

36 days of Type

Fundraiser for iconic hand papermakers Cave Paper to transition to a co-op.

Posted in art, baking, bread, cycling | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

IONTW – May 13, 2018

Happy Mother’s Day – to all those who fill this role, whether biological, or by circumstance, and to those who mother themselves.

Project inspired by her mother – the stories of war brides (WWII) from Japan.

Very cool Mississippi River map. And Medieval manuscript repair.

How did I miss the crispy egg thing? Oh, maybe that rock I live under? Somehow this recipe went by, and I got around to making it relatively soon after I saw it, and was feeling all awesome about that, then noticed it was from 2015. whatevs. Anyhoo. It was tasty, but seemed like a lot of ingredients and steps, although part of that was probably just since it was the first time and I kept having to look at the recipe, nothing in it is really THAT complicated – but I did think – oh, just do the egg and have it on rice with nori and/or furikake and/or some tsukemono or kimchi!

Gardening with Christopher Walken!

Posted in books, eggs, food, history, maps, plants, relationships | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

another thing I don’t understand, #281

Guess how many pills are in this bottle. (Regular size ball point pen for scale.) 3. That’s right. One, two, three. And not even giant horse pill size pills. WTH?! Was that the smallest bottle they had?

Posted in I don't understand | Leave a comment