When I left Cartagena I felt a bit “insecure” because of my limited Spanish skills. It was almost impossible to find people who speak English. That kind of helped me with the decision to sign up for Spanish lessons soon.
Several taxi rides and a long night bus ride were on my schedule to make it from Cartagena to Bucaramanga. My destination Bucaramanga is a city away from the “Gringo route”. When I woke up in the bus in the morning I was lucky to witness a beautiful sunset in the green mountains close to Bucaramanga. After the arrival in the transit station I took a big breath: No humidity and sweating all day long anymore. The air was fresh and the temperature was around 24 degrees Celsius. People at the station, the taxi driver and the staff at the hostel were very warm and friendly. A vibe which is present in the whole country. It seems like people know how to treat each other well, friendly and welcoming. And this was exactly what I appreciated with Jacobo, a guy from Venezuela I met at Fike Hostel. He and other people I know from Venezuela have this positive, life embracing attitude as well. We walked around Bucaramanga and talked about the problems in Venezuela, a country with wonderful people which is completely falling apart these days. You can say Jacobo is a refugee from the country he loves, with his family at home in an insecure and unstable environment. Meeting him as someone who has altruistic visions, who loves poetry and the arts was inspiring to me.
Bucaramanga isn’t the most spectacular city, but it felt real, authentic and has many city parks to enjoy. A couple of days later I was on the move again.