The theme for this trip was supposed to be ´stepping outside of comfort zone´. However, at no stage was strapping on a parachute and throwing myself off the side of a big fuckoff hill part of the plan. At the outset of the excursion to ´Zona de Vuelo´, just outside of Medellin in San Felix, my intention was purely to shoot some interesting pictures of my travelling companion hurling himself into the abyss for ´fun´. After a little gentle persuasion, and seeing that there was no extreme freefall part of the ride, I thought “I can SO do that”!!
Paragliding. There are strong thermal winds around Medellin which make it an ideal spot. For the bargain price of about 35 quid, the feeling of awesomeness/tranquility/euphoria/fear/nausea/slightly damp underwear can be yours. Actually, nausea aside (which can be likened to sea sickness although you can´t regain your equilibrium from the horizon), it was pretty bloody awesome!! The weather was perfect, and we had blue skier, fair winds and an amazing view across Medellin and it´s surrounding areas. Check out the photos!! Apparently you can do it in Rio too, so i´ll be sure to check it out when I get there – with maximum seasickness protection of course!!!
Thankfully I hadn’t eaten that day. If I had, i´m fairly sure it would have turned out differently. Once stomachs had settled, we decided to sample a big plate of Paisa food. Basically a quadruple heart bypass on a plate. “The dish has its origins among poor farmers who would eat one high-calorie meal a day to give them energy to work in the cool mountain climates” (Lonely Planet Columbia, 2012). It’s pretty much a big fry-up, with fried egg, sausage, bacon-type stuff, white rice, red beans, fried plantain, steak and some other unidentifiable fried thing. It tasted way better than it looks!
To make up for the fact that we skipped breakfast, in the evening we went out for ribs. Not just any ribs – ma-hooosive ribs, the likes of which have never been seen on a plate in the UK. Only 2 things on the menu – plate of 6 ribs or plate of 8 ribs. We ordered 2 plates of 8 ribs (we were hungry in spite of Paisa), which prompted the chef, an English guy, to come running out of the kitchen to tell us we had zero chance of eating it all. On that basis, we ended up with one plate between us, which was more than enough. And a great Mojito. They even give you plastic gloves to eat your ribs with. Happy birthday Texas!!
Yesterday we hit the museum of modern art. Have to say – getting museum´d-out now! We also went to see ´Skyfall´at the movies. A slightly different experience to back home – we took a bottle of rum and played the Bond drinking game. The rules are simple – every time Bond uses a cheesy line, hooks up, uses a cool gadget or does anything basically awesome, you take a hit of rum. By the end we did almost the bottle before going for dinner and the most un-sangria-like sangria I have ever had. It’s now 3pm, the ‘morning’ after. Texas is currently on his bed napping. No staying-power!!
So that´s the latest. We’restarting to itch for a bit of exercise now so the plan is to look for something active to do tomorrow. Maybe base jumping… who knows?!!