Una vacuna de fiebre Amarilla, por favour!

I got a vaccination. As Columbia is seen as one of the most dangerous countries for getting infected with yellow fever, I figured it would be a good time to get my vaccination. Looking for a proper place is the first objective. I really have to improve my Spanish! 15 annoyed people on the streets and one hour later I enter a little white room, where two cute giggling girls in white dresses are waiting for me. At that time I wonder if I asked for the right thing at the reception. And where is the doctor? Now they chat with each other and look at me from time to time and I don’t understand a word. I realise that they are the doctors as they prepare syringes and little bottles. After giving them my international certificate of vaccinations, where all my shots are listed I hope to have made myself clear what I need. They look at the little book like it contains rocket science. Great. Very international! In a one minute monologue in Spanish they explain something to me and I go: “HÄ?!” So I explain what I need in English and they go: “HÄ?!” One minute later I have a needle stuck in my arm and just hope that it was the right one. As I want to pay, they say that it is free. Possibly they injected sugar water into my arm- I’ll find out in a couple of weeks.


Tyrona National park, the beach paradise

After the track to ciudad perdida it is time to relax again- and of course there are some nice places to do so in Columbia. One of them is the Tyrona national park, where the last descendents of the native inhabitants of the “Lost City” live. To get there one has to walk one and a half hours through the jungle. Then the jungle clears up and the beach is right there. It feels like arriving at the movie “The Beach”. Tons of young people having fun in living in little bamboo huts and playing games. So you expect Leonardo DiCaprio to show up every second and act crazy. But the only ones who act crazy are three French guys, who run around like chicken, trying to find an ATM or a place where they can pay with credit card, because they have not one peso cash on them. Poor guys. Later they cross your way again, being proud of managing to harvest 6 mangos, which will be their dinner. Have a nice meal, guys!