Popayan

(DAY223 : Cali - Popayan : 95 miles)


Popayan is another perfectly preserved Colonial town that lives with a "what's time got to do with it" kind of attitude; and that, I seem to embrace more than anything else these days. In my hurry to prove myself that I really can leave Colombia, I left Popayan after just one night, but I think I'll have to return there for a photographic project. I stumbled upon the coolest hangout, but wouldn't point a camera at anyone until I knew everyone and everyone knew me so I could get ignored. Collecting excuses to go back eh?


Preserving is one thing, keeping alive is another. In Colombia, Popayan is just another...


Fresh mangos. But you can get EVERYTHING on the street.


Such a great dinner! Beef has rarely been this good so far.

My room in a small but nice hotel cost $15. (Hotel Ciudad Blanca, Carrera 11 No:6-51) I also had a mishap there. I had parked Katirga in the tiny lobbly, really close to the wall. As I unloaded, she rose on her sidestand, leant on the left mirror and cracked it. How serious is this bad luck thing now?