Still waiting on the photos, but I guess I can write about it a little.
We took a bus to a little town called Curiti, which, incidentally, is where we did the caving the other day. I wanted to just take a cab again, but in the interest of saving $3, we all piled onto a local bus and had a pretty pleasant ride to the edge of town, then a good hour walk. The problem with this, and where the cabs would have come in nicely, is that that hour walk was in driving rain.
After a lot of jokes about how it’s wet underwater anyway and lamentations about how we should have taken the bus, should have brought rum, should have worn wool so I wouldn’t be freezing in a normally incredibly hot town (a buddy got heat stroke in a mildly disastrous 3-day hike, which we learned when we were wondering where he could be and discovered him passed out behind the hostel bar [from heat stroke]), the rain started to let up, and we saw some pretty beautiful sights, and I again lamented the fact that my waterproof camera from Sony was not, in fact, waterproof. This is just an incredibly pretty country.
Upon our arrival there ensued a great deal of cliff diving in highly picturesque venues. I had brought my goggles, so I scouted under water for rocks, subaqueous zombies, river sharks, whatever. For the most part the coast was clear, but what I did see was a surprising number of fish. Very cool and for some reason unexpected.
We took a bunch of photos of us jumping off the cliffs together in truly irresponsible numbers. I’m laying even odds on whether I ever get those, the way things go when you’re using someone else’s camera who has their own life and own travel plans, but I’ll be sure and post them if I do.
What really struck me about this place was how similar it was to Caño Cristales (which I do have photos of and I will upload), with the exception of the bright red plants, of course. Given that those are the only two Colombian rivers I’ve seen, I have to say that I am extremely impressed.
On the way back, I decided I wanted to jog for a bit, and so ended up spending a lot of time alone on the road framing fantasy shots for myself, since I had no way of capturing them. These included: Two inky black bulls with shorn horns butting heads against each other with a background of the deep and lush green of every pasture in Colombia. Those same bulls, shot through a barbed wire fence, against a backdrop of a flowering tree both of great size and orangeness. A real-life pig farm (my first ever) that would have fit into the flatbed of many trucks I’ve seen in Texas. This I spied through some bamboo slats on the side of the road and located by the smell. A pack of seven dogs sunbathing in the middle of the country asphalt, almost completely oblivious to passing motorcycles. Some shots of rolling hillsides that I can’t describe, so I won’t try. It’s amazing how many valleys you can see here and still be amazed.