Trip Start Feb 08, 2013
82Trip End May 16, 2013
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Due to the restless night I spent the first couple of hours of the day's journey snoozing. Slowly we headed back into the mountains and the temperature drastically dropped. It was the coldest I've been in South America. I ended up putting on long trousers and zipping my fleece up to my neck.
For lunch we pulled up at a roadside restaurant. As we sat down we were informed of the various options for a two course meal whilst complimentary maize bread was brought to our table. The inside of the bread tasted like squashed rice, surprisingly tasty with butter and cheese melted on top. For starters everyone had the soup which was full of vegetables and various types of potato; it succeeded in warming and filling me up.
Just before the mains came out there was a massive commotion in the kitchen, with loads of people rushing in and shouting. We found out an elderly cook had fallen over and was now propped up on a chair, all very chaotic!
The main course was rice with chicken, in some sort of stew sauce. It looked very good but would have been far too filling for me. As the drinks began to filter through someone accidently made a double order, thinking one of the cooks had forgot. When the first cook, another elderly lady, finally arrived and realised the mistake she headed back to the kitchen cackling.
A few more hours, up through the cold mountains, and we arrived at a viewpoint; looking into the valley below we saw our final destination, Medellin. Alike to Rio, you could see the favelas stretching up into the mountains. We stayed at the viewpoint for a little while watching some solo paragliders dance along with the thermals. At the viewpoint there was a little cafe where I treated myself to a chocolate bar and a mini can of fanta, still can't get over how cute they are.
Slowly we made our way down into the valley to Medellin. Upon arriving at the hostel everyone spent the evening there, playing pool, watching English movies on the massive TV and using the computer. It wasn't until around 9pm some of us ventured out for some food.
The central street was only a couple of blocks away from our hostel, and was full of bars, restaurants, bakeries and drugeries, as well as lots of street food and craft stalls.
After a long wander around and a failed attempt at finding a supermarket we ended up at an inexpensive burger bar. Feeling hungry I ordered a double chicken burger, expecting something close to a Big Mac in size. I have never seen a bigger burger in my life! The bun itself was massive and filled with everything imaginable: cheese, bacon, salad, sauces and two breadcrumbed chicken pieces. It was so big it was impossible to eat; trying to bite around the edges delicately I still looked like a pig. Half the burger was left and I was totally stuffed.
Literally rolling myself into bed I went to sleep.