chorrizos, bananas, rants and plans

When you drive up the mountains the curvy street you find a lot of this kind of open-air restaurants: a barbecue to grill chorrizos and  banana, a lot of (only for me) undefinable meet, some tasty and some strange looking things cooking in pans... You stop with the car, take the things with you or eat it in the car or sitting on the front of your car, some have some tables and chairs...

While listening to the music from the cheap loudspeakers, the chat of the vendors and having the tempting odors in the nose, let me tell you some side-stories...

Originally  we should be back to Spain the 23rd of August. But suffering another attack of covidioty Spain decided that everybody coming from Colombia  (and some other places) must go into quarantine. Because, like most measures taken in the name of Covid,  also this one has nothing  to do with the virus and is just for the fun of fucking up people, it also applies to people with a negative PCR-Test (one couldn't even get into the  plane without a negative result). Nobody explained how I would get from  Madrid to Málaga or if, maybe as a measure to help the tourist industry, I would  have to stay in a Madrid hotel room. Or in the airport jail?

Well, we changed the flight.

Prices  for the next day are exorbitant: almost 3000 Euro additional per person! I guess everybody changed the flight after Spain published its stupid decision. They are so very proud of that most people in Spain are  vaccinated - so why care? Or does the vaccine not work in the end?

Well, we changed to the 26th. Still expensive, but much less.

I  didn't say expensive as hell, because I want to use the word hell for  what Iberia calls "customer service" (they really call it that way,  without laughing). You cannot imagine how many hours we spent in the  waiting queue of the "service"-phone line, how many times we were kicked  out and had to start again... Iberia took every effort to convince me,  that I never never in my life will buy an Iberia-ticket again if there is any other possibility...

Now ok, what to do with the additional days?  Staying in Manizales even longer is not exactly what I am dreaming off.  Staying in Bogotá even less...

So I decided that we fly to San  Andrés for a few days. This is a Caribbean island quite up north (seen  from here), in front of Nicaragua, but belongs to Colombia and we can  take a national flight.

I have no idea what is waiting for us there, but "Caribbean" sounds nice to me and that's why I've chosen it  :-)

Still  there is almost a week till then. Priscilla left Manizales today to  visit Guajira, near the Venezuelan border - an area which everybody  said it's a no-go area for European tourists. I am almost sure I will  regret not to have gone with her because of being a fraidy-cat... but  well, it is what is...

Tomorrow I will see another woman for  photos, and the day after I hope to see the sweet daughter I  photographed recently, this time for a personal encounter - but if I'm  very lucky I can maybe even convince her to take some photos of what I  hope that will happen...

Meanwhile I sometimes receive very  lovely messages from those girls in Málaga that I know a bit closer and  it feels quite nice to know that there are some souls missing me. A  little bit, at least  :-)

Have a nice day or evening or night, or what ever time it is at your place. Here it's time to go to dinner, and then to bed. Alone :-)