Colombia: Here for everything except the butt implants

Ever tried explaining to someone that there’s a small, but major, difference between the brand name and the country. That one letter will throw you off so quickly. I may have made the same mistake in a past life myself, but as Oprah says, “when you know better, you do better”

Colombia is excitement, culture, history and awe all rolled up into one! Whether you are visiting Bogota, Cali, or Medellin, you’ll find that the streets are filled with fun loving joyful exciting beautiful people. Yes, many of the women make implants as normal as selecting a new wig for the upcoming holiday season, but who are you to judge? Let them be great! I don’t think I had ever seen that many butt implants in my entire 37 years of existence. Cue the song, ‘Booty rocking everywhere!’

For you non-halloween loving folks, feel free to skip this paragraph (Kanye shrug) If you ever have the opportunity to opportunity to witness Halloween in Medellin, heed Nike’s advice and just do it! The feeling is electric. I’d tell you about the guy who showed up as a used tampon on the streets of Medellins next to the three wise men but we have better things to talk about. Am I right?

Cali IS the salsa capital of the world. Bring your flowy dresses and your salsa dancing shoes. Gentlemen, if the aguadenos hats are your thing, grab one and hit the dance floor.

No trip to Bogota is complete without a visit to Bolivar Square. In the middle of the square, you’ll find the most striking Botero sculptures, street artists, and great street food. Try the Arepas with cheese. It’s an acquired taste…let me know what you think. My personal all time favourite dish in Colombia is the Ajiaco soup. Mostly found in Bogota, the dish contains potatoes, corn, avocados, and capers. Can someone say delicious!

Should do: Check out the Botero Museum

Main Destinations: Bogota, Cali, Cartenega, Medellin

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Genesis.

The Lagos sun was shining down with an uncommon kind of vengeance that day. I rolled down the window of my father’s car as he drove and put one arm out the wide opening. I closed my eyes and felt the wind pass through my fingers. There are many memories of my childhood, but this one stands out so vividly. I didn’t care where we went as long as we were taking a journey. The journey made me feel uninhibited. Over 20 years later and nothing has changed. The journey is, and always will be, more important than the destination.

This blog is not only about travel in the sense of packing up a luggage with your favourite swim wear, a fabulous pair of sunnies, and boarding a flight to some exotic location. I won’t let you down -this blog does include those- but more importantly, it deals with our interactions with each other in spaces outside of where we call home. Sometimes those interactions are filled with love and acceptance. Other times, they are horrid and make you lose faith in humanity. No matter the exchange, the point is to learn something new, see God in all things, and leave your space better than you found it. This, to me, is the genesis of meaningful travel.

Location: Ouro Preto (Black Gold), Brazil

Fun fact: Ouro Preto is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.