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Day 156 Medellin,Colombia: Salsa

I won’t bore you with the whole day of watching videos. Bourne Identity, Bourne Supremacy, Motorcycle Diaries, Team America, and an excellent local movie called La Sierra. La Sierra was about a little barrio high on top of the Medellin mountains. It was about the group of people who fought to keep the Guerrilas and other paramilitaries out of their neighborhood. It was actually a documentary filmed in 2003. It showed the lives of the poor people of Medellin and what it was like to live in a private war. It was more impactful since the main characters were actually assassinated during the filming of the movie. It is similar to City of Gods. Dave was lucky enough to meet one of the producers of the show at a club and the guy and his friends took him up there the next day to celebrate Halloween and to check out the neighborhood. Later, I met the neighbor of the Hostel who worked with the Paramilitary groups of the same area. She helped with the disarmament and the creation of approvals to allow the ex-militaries to work. Very interesting stuff.

During the day, Eduardo a guy from Mexico and Kati a southern cal crazy girl showed up. Our little clan was starting to grow.

That night we had a guys night out and decided to hit a locals salsa club. It was a little hole in the wall place that bordered the late night hang out park. The night was extremely fun with it starting out having some cokes and rum, then Kris getting mobbed by the local girls, and then everybody getting up and just dancing. It was so much fun because the local people just went wild over the music and just grabbed whoever was there and just danced like crazy. We ended up ending the night joining up with a group of ten guys who were all involved in Colombian rap music. They sang and we danced and we shut the club down. It was one of the guys birthday so we all chipped in on a gift and they all wanted pictures with the foreigners (us.) It was just one of those nights that everybody just let go and was just magnified by the generosity and fun mentality of the locals. These weren’t the stuck up people of the Poblado, but just your every day working class people who loved the local music. That was one of those hot South American nights. Good times.


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