Colombian corruption = the best
Want to have a taste of Colombian corruption Guzman? I’ll give you a bite. But first I’ll tell you that Cartagena is a wicked city. Yes it actually is. I know that we the tourists are to blame. We have the money and we are looking for cheap pleasure. 
Without us Cartagena would probably be an average port with incidents with drunken sailors or drug runners. Down town looks okay. It’s an old city, well preserved, lots of police and militaries carrying their M16-rifles. The old city centre is just a façade. The nicely painted houses and expensive shops can’t cover reality: it looks like the whole city is on coke. And than the girls, beautiful but most of them are prostitutes, aiming for ignorant tourists. Coke and whores, it’s a dangerous combination, especially when everything is according to European standards so ridiculously cheap. And than this heat; you’re pouring sweat all fuckin day. Just think of the idea of moving a leg and you’re soaking wet. So, coke, whores, tourists, tropical climate, that’s rush this city is in. Anyway, a Dutch friend and I were drinking a beer outside on the Calle de Arsenal. Young whores flocked around us.
27 May '06 - 00:38 | Wow, 44 comments already
Climbing La Conceptión
One of the things I had to do in Balgüe was to climb La Conceptión. Sure, I could’ve gone for La Madera, the other volcano, which looks more like a steep mountain, but lost any interest when I heard that even women walk to the top, easily. La 
Conceptión, famous for his perfect cone, is a different breed. By all means it’s a dangerous climb all the way up to the steamy crater. Only three months ago it erupted, producing this black cloud off smoke and dust. Two months earlier two foreigners died while climbing to the top. Pues most of the people stay away from it like the devil a Jesus-statue. From a distant La Conceptión looks just like a stiff walk, as there is a paved path all the way to the top. Which is not the case I know now, Luc. At eight in the morning Deyner, José, two local friends, and I walked to the volcano’s foot. By then I was already out of breath and faced a 1700 hundred meter climb.
12 May '06 - 22:30 | Wow, 24 comments already
The Butcher´s Blade
The following episode contains chocking pictures. Dutch: Het is echt een heel eng verhaaltje geworden, Luc.
Round midnight I left my hospedaje Madera and walked towards the direction of the Catholic Church in Balgüe. 
The night was bright and filled with stars. I carried my camera with me and felt like taking some pictures of dying cows, bleeding to death due to the butcher’s blade. Can’t tell you why Luc, but since Mexico I wanted to see how a carnicero prepares a cow. In Balgüe I finally got the opportunity. Pues I took my camera with me to see how people prepare their meal here. Hopefully I would meet Rosalio the local butcher at the church, as I didn’t have an appointment. Next to it there’s a little concrete plaza were he slaughters every Friday night two cows. The old fashioned way, by knife.
21:29 | Wow, nine comments already
Amerikanen 3 & 4 (Sorry Dutch entry)
Ik was onderweg naar Fairbanks (Alaska) en begon hem behoorlijk te knijpen, Luc. Voor mijn gevoel was de tank zo goed als leeg en benzinepompen – ho maar. Zag me zelf kamperen in de wildernis, omringd door beren en weet ik wat voor tuig allemaal. 
Had een berenfobie, ongelogen. Durfde nauwelijks van mijn motor te stappen, zelfs niet om een foto te maken, zelfs niet om te pissen. Mijn rechterschouder gloeide. Ik kneep te hard in het stuur, puur van de stress. Het was mijn allereerste rit en werd overvallen door de stilte, de rust, de eenzaamheid. Waarom had ik geen extra jerrycan meegenomen? En ze hadden me nog gewaarschuwd; benzine is schaars. Pues, mijn koninkrijk voor een benzinepomp. En vlak voor een fatale zenuwinzinking zag ik in de verte een enorme iglo en verrek een benzinepomp. Op een briefje las ik het volgende: ‘We zijn gesloten. Volgende week zijn we er weer. Sorry voor het ongemak.’
20:49 | Ha, one comment already
Hunny I want you, le premiere
Yo Guzman, remember that I was working on this award winning slow motion movie, called Hunny I want you? It works now. Thanks to my pawl Jon Hill. Still like it myself. Made it for my friend Maurice, the famous Dutch architect. I´ll switch over to my own language for a sec and that´s Dutch. Maurice mijn jongen, moest even denken aan onze break in de na-middag. In de deuropening hangen, peukie roken, de stroom fietsers voorbij zien komen en genieten. Deed min of meer hetzelfde in Balgue. Pura vida. Back to English: I´m in San Jose now. Hopefully wednesday I´ll arrive in Panama City where´ll take to boat to Colombia. Stay tuned, please. Will upload more stories from now on and you´ll see more of the bike. My dear is doing fine, thank you very much. Only the light-system died a month ago. Here´s is the link to Hunny I want you: Centuri. At least you´ll like the music. Nos vemos al rato carnales.
PS I had to compress from 1 gig to 10 mb, pues.
07 May '06 - 22:34 | Wow, thirteen comments already
