Pictures from the last few weeks

Visit to Bogota by fellow UNC alum Nancy Fernandez

Me, at the start of salsa show, "El Gringo"

Me, after transformation to salsa superstar

Playa Blanca, near Cartagena on the Caribbean Coast

What would have been our beds at Playa Blanca, until rain sent us back to Cartagena

At Cafe del Mar in Cartagena

End of summer travels

Walking to plane en route to Bahia Solano

The last time I wrote, my break from classes had just begun. As of yesterday, summer is officially over, and it’s back to university life for me. I spent much of my vacation in Bogotá, preparing for a salsa competition that took place in early July. Our group, Afrolatina Salsa Show, took third place out of sixteen groups with our fifteen-minute piece entitled “El gringo.” The storyline behind the show is that a foreigner (me) arrives to Colombia hoping to learn salsa. Our choreography featured different styles of salsa as well as monologues by yours truly in an exaggerated gringo accent. The show brought a lot of laughs from the hundreds of spectators at the event. Once the video gets up on YouTube, I’ll make sure to post a link.

Drinking a coconut on island south of El Valle

In mid July, my girlfriend, Paula, got back from volunteering in Peru, and we left Bogotá to explore other parts of Colombia. We decided to head to the Pacific coast, in the department of Chocó, which is much less developed than the Caribbean coast. Chocó is still a conflict area, though the coast is safe given the presence of a military base. However, due to both the conflict and, more importantly, the fact that Chocó is essentially covered by rainforest, it is impossible to arrive by land. For that reason, we had to take a tiny plane—only 15 passengers when full—from Medellín to Bahía Solano, Chocó, and from there hitch a ride on a jeep to a small fishing town, El Valle, about forty-five minutes away.

Playa Almejal in El Valle

El Valle is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It is essentially ocean, beach, and rainforest, with nothing in between. The endless stretches of beach are essentially vacant, as El Valle is visited by relatively few tourists; Paula and I often had kilometers of beach to ourselves. Two hours south of El Valle on foot begins Utría National Park, which protects vast areas of jungle and mangrove swamps. We had an opportunity to hike in the park with a local guide—necessary given the lack of defined trails. Unfortunately, the guide did not alert us to the length of our journey (nine hours) nor did he encourage us to carry any more the dry crackers and salty cheese. Despite my hunger, I still finished the day feeling quite the jungle man.

View from the bar, El Mirador

Almejal at sunset (rocks in background are El Mirador)

In contrast with our rainforest trek, the rest of our time in coast was quite relaxing. Many days we spent at the beach—boogie boarding, reading, or visiting a random bar located on the beach overlooking the ocean. We also had the opportunity to go back to Utría, this time in boat. We spent the afternoon at an island that is part of the park and snorkeled by reefs close to shore. I was lucky enough to see an enormous sting ray in addition to loads of brightly colored fish. We spent the boat ride back to El Valle whale watching. Whales from Antarctica migrate each year to the area, many of which can be observed from shore during peak whale watching time. Although we were there at the beginning of whale season, we were able to see one whale…though from quite a distance.

Soccer on the beach

It was hard to leave El Valle, not because of the greatness of the place (though true), but rather the lack of transportation in which to leave the area. We had planned to take a cargo boat down the coast to Colombia’s largest port, Buenaventura. Locals commonly travel on boat if they need to leave the area, and I was determined to prove I could hang with the best of them by surviving a 24-hour trip in a boat not designed for passengers. Unfortunately, three days in a row the boat’s departure was delayed until the next day. On the third day, after having spent more money than planned in lodging and food, we decided to fly back to Medellín, a luxury that cost us little money and saved us a lot of time.

Paula and I at beach

From Medellín, we continued on to Cali, where we visited Paula’s extended family, went out, and nursed our sunburns. I returned to Bogotá on Sunday in order to start classes. A quick trip to the Caribbean coast this weekend will end a summer of relaxation. I have less than four months left before I head back to Iowa, which is bound to greet me with snow and freezing cold temperatures. I plan to take advantage of my remaining time by visiting as many warm places as possible…and will do my best to post about the latest happenings as they occur.

Sunset from El Mirador

'Terror scarf'?

Some of you may remember last year’s controversy that followed a Dunkin Donuts ad in which Rachael Ray appeared wearing a scarf that resembled the Arab keffiyeh, or hattah. Led by blogger Michelle Malkin, who called the keffiyeh “a regular adornment of Muslim terrorists appearing in beheading and hostage-taking videos,” conservatives pressured Dunkin Donuts to remove the ad, which the company did, much to the chagrin of Arab-Americans. It is true that the keffiyeh became associated with the Palestinian resistance movement in the 1960s and had been strongly tied to the image of Yasser Arafat. Yet, to many Arabs across the Middle East and in the rest of the world, the keffiyeh is nothing but a traditional headdress worn by men to protect from sun exposure and blowing sand.

Strangely, the keffiyeh, or palestina as Colombians sometimes call it, has become a fashion item in Bogotá in the last few years. People of all ages and classes wear keffiyehs as scarves, without any political consideration at all. You can find palestinas in every market across the city, mixed in with traditional artisan goods. The only person who has ever commented on my wearing of one was an Israeli backpacker, who asked, isn’t that an Arab thing?

The Michelle Malkins of the world would be shocked at how common keffiyehs are in Bogotá. Perhaps someday the conservative campaign to wipe them out as a fashion item will arrive here, as occurred with Urban Outfitters in 2007 (after complaints, the company stopped selling keffiyehs and said it had not intended “to imply any sympathy for or support of terrorists or terrorism”). For now, I can continue wearing mine without causing controversy.

(Interesting final note: Jews also commonly wore keffiyehs until the first Intifada.)

More pics

Traditional music during Juan Ricardo's birthday celebration

Campfire during horseback ride in Villa de Levya, accompanied by traditional Colombian music

Being professional models in the plaza in Villa de Leyva

Sweet glasses for a sweet old man

Fruit salad

Tobaggon (a picture only my brothers and cousins will understand)

Scandolous salsa at a school for young girls

More salsa

A busy end to the spring semester

Hiking around Villa de Leyva with Anthony, Margaret, Jayne, and Priyanka

My first semester at Los Andes has finished, and incredibly I’m halfway through my time in Colombia. Classes ended well, and I feel I got quite a bit out of them. My class on the history of the Colombian armed conflict has given me a good overview of the past century in Colombia, and the professor of the course shared many great stories from the various peace processes he has been involved in with different guerrilla groups. A second class, on the theory of armed conflict, was a downer, as professors Tom Cruise (one looked like Tom Cruise) and Kung Fu Panda (the other like Jack Black) failed to deliver on what could have been an interesting course. Our class on negotiations and peace processes was my favorite and made me realize that I’m most interested in the role the international community can play in the development of peace in internal conflicts—a good interest for me to have, I suppose, given the unlikelihood of an armed conflict in the States.

Sampling chicha, a local beverage of fermented corn, with Jayne and Raimondo

During the second half of the semester, I grew closer to many other students, as our time together extended from the classroom to the social arena. Close friends include: David, who hails from Pasto, the most ridiculed place in Colombia; Raimondo, an Italian whose greatest love is reggaeton; Sophia, the group’s go-to photographer for all social events; Juan Felipe, member of two rock bands, one called Dandi Yonquis that sings completely in English; Juan Ricardo, who recently exposed us foreigners to traditional Colombian music during his birthday celebration; Laura, my partner in crime at the concert of La 33, Bogotá’s most famous salsa band; Mariz, socialist and dancing feign; Carlotta, a Spanish student who recently became my neighbor; and Daniel, another Spaniard who could easily pass as a Colombian—sans the accent—after having spent eight years here.

Amusing ourselves at Juan Valdez, Colombia's popular coffee chain

Old friends also have graced the scene as of late. Priyanka, Margaret, and Jayne, all of whom were with Anthony and me in Cuba in 2006, came to visit a couple weeks ago. Anthony and I enjoyed giving them a tour of the city we presently call home. We sampled Colombia’s most important legal export at various cafes; visited the Botero museum; danced at a variety of clubs, ranging from the Moulin Rouge-esce Andres Carne de Res to the decades-old local hotspot, Goce Pagano; ate fabulously both in my new neighbor and at Restaurante Casa Antonio Dest; and climbed—ok, went by cable car—to the top of Monserrate, the peak that overlooks the city. We also had a chance to leave the city to visit Villa de Leyva, a colonial town five hours outside of Bogotá, where we hiked around waterfalls, went horseback riding at night, and hung out in town’s enormous plaza.

Priyanka and I on top of Monserrate

My friends’ visit was over before it started, only to be followed by a visit from my girlfriend, Paula, en route to a Nourish International summer in Peru. I continued to perfect my skills as a tour guide, and the weather even cooperated for the second week in a row. In addition to general exploring, we had a chance to see Son de Cali in concert and host a house warming party at my new apartment. All went well in the latter, excluding the lack of chairs, which left a number of people on the floor. Oh well, yet another reason Colombians should show up on time!

Son de Cali

Paula left a few days ago, and I have been playing catch-up since. More post should follow soon…

Paula and I out with my classmates

My new home

A few weeks ago I moved to a different neighbor about a 15 minute walk away from my old place. Although I liked living with Rosalba, her son, and the other students, I am enjoying having my own space. The neighborhood—La Macarena—is great, perhaps my favorite in Bogotá. It’s almost in the center of the city, but very residential at the same time. People describe it as bohemian, and it is full of small, excellent restaurants. I’m still furnishing the apartment, but I’ve at least got the essentials—a hammock, tropical plants, coffeemaker, and coffee-scented candles. Some pictures of the new place:

Living room in the morning

Kitchen

Bedroom, sporting Carolina blue colors

Currently, salsa practice room and closet space

View from bedroom window at night

My 15 minutos of fame

Yesterday was International Dance Day, and Bogota celebrated by having performances in public venues across the city. The group I am a part of--Afrolatina Salsa Show--was invited to perform. It was our first performance as a group, and I think the four-song show went over pretty well. If nothing else, I made it onto the website of Semana, Colombia's leading weekly magazine. Only eleven pictures were posted! The three I appear in are below, original link here.

(And yes, I realize the costumes are a bit flamboyant. Just wait until our mamberos are ready, in which case I'll look more like this guy.)