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| Colombia's southern border |
By foot border crossing in Colombia’s south
By dusk we arrived at an old student town
Popayan was a place it was clear to see
My friend was in town and I sort company
With its beautiful square and beautiful streets
We got lost and explored its long history
As the evening approached we followed the sound
The night life we sought was easily found
Merengue we danced, by locals its taught
I picked up the rhythm, at least that's what I thought
A drug cartels daughter asked me to dance
Her guards closely watched where I put my hands
So to Cali we left next day with the sun
Arrested boarding the bus, a man with a gun
We arrived safely, but safety was low
On the list as far as our priorities go
In Cali we made many new friends
In a car one night with some locals I'd met
A party they promised, but first to collect
Driving too fast - back seat drinking rum
We stopped at a house - and they pulled out a gun
With a cuarento cinco he shot the front door
Gun smoke and rubber, then foot to the floor
As we rounded a corner, I jumped from the car
A drive by in Cali I wanted no part
I made my way home with a new perspective
Risk could be fun but I wanted to live
More was installed in Medellin
A notorious city the Narcos thrived in
Seemed fine on arrival on the surface at least
So I went looking for trouble out on the streets
Impossible then for me to ignore
A night on the town with the unknown instore
My Spanish enough to get me by
I soon found my friend, my confidence high
Maybe it was, the time of my life
But I knew If I stayed soon I would die
My friends had my back, and helped me to see
To come up for air, And with them to leave
Bogota came as a pleasant surprise
I enjoyed the culture it opened my eyes
Barranquilla was next on the Caribbean coast
Stayed in a town where no one wore clothes.
I cleansed my soul going nude for a week
Spiritually free, slept on the beach
So a year had passed since I flew into Brasil
So much I had seen - so much was fulfilled
I knew in my heart I had changed in that time
A change that would last for the rest of my life
I guess who I am now is from what I have seen
And slowly but surely I like the new me
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| age 22 |
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| My great Guatemalan travelling buddy Riccaro |
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| Dr Paul Goldrick and Chris the scouse twat |
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| Barranquilla on the north Colombian Carribean coast |
