Puerto Lopez

 The quiet and tranquillo town of Puerto Lopez is bordered on three sides by Machilla National Park. In the evenings, to the west, the sun sets slowly across the Pacific, a shimmering sea gives off the final pink and golden glows of light before darkness secretely steals in.   The beach here is long and drawn-out, it takes over an hour to walk from end to end.  The beach is cresent to the Pacific, the north and south points terminate into rocky slopes and the sand is clean except for in the middle near the center of town.

Chillin' in Canoa

Ehren and I took the night bus from Quito to Bahia which we were told was close to our destination of Canoa. We had no plan and no idea where we were headed, but so has been the way of Ecaudor so far. The bus ride was abnormally bumpy for us gringos in the back and the smell of cheap air freshners didn't help us feel comfortable but we arrived safely in San Vicente before la madrugada (dawn). We grabbed the first mototaxi that passed and made our way to Canoa in the dark, with the smell of ocean air heightening our intrigue of what we were to discover come day time. We knew little of the surf and fishing town but hoped for prospects of work and board. We first found Olmito Hostel where our friend Nard was staying and then found hammocks to finally get some peaceful sleep.

San Agustin

Stars shine like pearls in a black sea over the mountains of San Agustin. The night air refreshes the senses after long hours of the the sun drenched day. Birds quiet their singing and are replaced by an orchestra of crickets and frogs. The moon illuminates the white clouds that drift overhead washing out bits of the glittering darkness. Sleep is easy...

Año Nuevo

January 1st, 2011
¨Año Nuevo, es bueno comenzarlo por encima de las nubes¨ - Avianca Aerolineas

Flashback to December

The hills of Salento are covered by a lush blanket of the most perfect green imaginable. The ridges and contours of the mountains look as if they have been pinched by the hand of a giant. A river winds through the valley all the way up to Valle de Cocora.

Strangers

Song-bird
Screeeeech!
Down a long, dark alley, where darkness leads unto darkness
Distant gloom, undeniable waits.
As he crosses the street, he thinks twice, he looks back
shouldes tucked in, hands clasped against a dark and tainted plum, red suade
His once to be white-straw hat turned sleuth
Cringing- his teeth shatter in their pain-stake roots
His lower jaw flaws about unrudy to the angle
Mannerisms are vague as he shrugs the lamplight unto the sullen street
And as he merely appears a slumber
He silently strolls asleu
Drifting, edging, his stay

Yohan

Oh Tayrona

As the five of us attempted the jungle three days ago, things couldn´t have started off better. We entered Tayrona Park east of Santa Marta in Northern Colombia just near the lush Carribean shore.  As we started our trek we began to see diverse wildlife everywhere.