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| Colombia's southern border |
We crossed the border In Colombia’s south
To Popayan first - an old student town
From the day we arrived it was clear to see
My friend was in town and i sort company
Our excitement grew high as we left Popayan
For Cali was next, it had a reputation
Things soon got crazy - the nights had no end
One night in car with some new local friends
Driving too fast - we all were having fun
We stopped at a house - and they pulled out a gun
La cuarento cinco they laughed as they shot up the house
I jumped out of the car and rolled on the ground
The following day we laughed about it
But the gun going off had scared me like shit
Still searching for more in Medellin
A notorious city the Narcos lived in
It seemed fine to me on the surface at least
BUt as I dug deep I soon saw the streets
I met a girl there - she spoke English to me
We had a coffee and agreed later to meet
We went to a bar she taught me to dance
Left foot, right foot, step forward, step back.
With her and my friend unlimited supply
I knew If i stayed soon I would die
I couldn't cut free, no way to leave town
In a sea of sin I was sure to drown
But my friends had my back, and helped me to see
to come up for air, make my excuses and leave
It was a dream come true, but I thought it was real
But dreams can deceive when you forget how to feel
I cleared my head in Bogota I think
I stayed away from my friend and limited drink
I bussed to Barranquilla the carribean coast
I stayed at a place where no one wore clothes.
Does wonders for the soul Going nude for a week
Spiritually free, sleeping on the beach
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
South America changed me for the rest of my life
and 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 |
