Lazy

I had two options: go to Minca or stay at my hostel and lay by the pool for two days. Minca a small jungle town off the beaten path, with its hammocks overlooking the valley below and abundant cafes, seemed like a lovely getaway. Then again, I was beat. After four days of hiking and nearly thirty mosquito bites, which itched relentlessly due to being allergic, I had had quite enough of the jungle.

Side thought: I’ve met so many people who try to cram everything they can into their trip, to maximize the time. Now, I get that if you only have a two-week holiday. But when you travel as a lifestyle chances are if you miss something you really want to see…you’ll find a way to go back. It’s never the end of the world, really.

So rather than endure more bites and moving all my stuff from one hostel to another, I extended my stay at the white-walled-former-drug-owned-mansion. Yes, the hostel I was staying in was once owned by a drug lord. Now exactly what happened to him…I’ll let you use your imagination because I don’t really know.

It didn’t take long to make a solid group of friends; we called ourselves the Ginger Girls, which I will not explain as obviously it is super top secret. Two of them were witness to my major wardrobe malfunction at the pool. I had been tanning my back and not tied my suit as tightly as normal when I asked one of them to take a pic of me leaping out of the water. Well I leapt and my top was dragged off by the force of the water. The best part was it was all caught on camera. After we got control of our laughing, I took another leap just for good measure…that is the photo included below.

 

Every morning I did yoga and then relocated to the side of the pool. When the sun was out the heat was bearable for only about ten minutes. I’m not kidding; I was counting. One day we ordered pizza. Another day one of the guys jumped into the pool and cut his head open so we waited anxiously as he was taken to the hospital. He was fine: just a minor concussion and a few stitches.

At times a small part of me wished I was in Minca…then one of my mosquito bites would start itching and the small part of me shut up.

On my last night in Rodadero I hiked up to a viewpoint overlooking the city and watched the sun set. The group of us sat there as darkness closed in, only moving when a storm began creeping over the mountains, and lightning lit up the sky.

I wish I could say that I slept well on the last night of my mini-break, however the aircon was broken in my room so I was up most of the night sweating. Other than that, I truly enjoyed being lazy in Colombia for a couple days.