I Was Born to Be a Dancer

Friday 7 May
Medellín

The area of the hostel I’m staying in is basically nice suburbia, which is quite pleasant, especially in the nice weather. I went to the supermarket to buy some food. It was fairly typical although one strange thing about Colombia is that the fresh milk comes in soft plastic bag containers, which is problematic when you don’t want to use a whole pint at once. Luckily I had some empty water bottles I could use for storage. They also often serve water and juice in similar containers. Crazy Colombians!

The other thing about Colombia and Medellín in particular is the extensive profusion of mullets that the guys have here. “Business at the front, party at the back;” it does look cool after all. Some American guy at the hostel had the misfortune of going to a hairdresser here and coming out looking like a latino. Not sure what all that is about really. You do get mullets elsewhere is South America – one of the Argentineans in Cusco had one after all – but there are whole schools of them here.

In the evening I went for a pizza with Mark and Russell, the Scousers, and then we met up with some girls from the hostel and went to Zona Rosa – disappointingly not the red light district but the bar area of Medellín, only 15 minutes walk from the hostel. When we arrived in one place the heavens opened and it rained like a bitch. We passed the time dancing some salsa which this time I managed to do more successfully with an English girl – so much so we were showing up the locals. Or at least I think that’s what we were doing. It was a bit frisky.