Resdagboken

Red light district and red light

söndag 10 februari 2019
  • 53 Visningar
  • 3 Kommentarer
Rapportera

Wow, this thing with frequently updating a blog… Hasn’t been very easy when things are hectic all the time. One small update since last time is that I have found a wonderful place to study. It is a huge library, located in a park with green spaces everywhere. My first visit there was quite unproductive because I was just strolling around, astonished by the imperialistic building, not to mention the view from the roof terrace! Felt like I was walking around in a sci-fi movie.

I just realized that I have been spending almost two weeks in this city, without getting into it at all… I wish I could spend every day just exploring the city and the nature around it. However, Bogotá is enormous (!) and I am actually here on a mission, to conduct a study about the paramó ecosystems. This conflict of interests has been difficult for me and instead I have ended up in a limbo where I don’t catch any focus to study, or any energy/time to explore. I usually focus better in the morning so I have been trying to study in the mornings and explore in the evening. The problem is that it is not a good idea to walk around here after dark. Adding to that, the jetlag, which make my days quite blurry, has caused a drawback in my thesis work. I know that I shouldn’t complain, I am privileged to be here and so on… but sometimes it just feels like I want to go home and pull a blanket over my head. All new impressions and experiences are great, but they also consume a great deal of energy. Constantly being on guard and not knowing the language that good take its toll. When having fika at a local café the other day, I met a lady (señora Marta) who started to speak English with me. I got so surprised because that NEVER happens here, especially not with the elderly generation. It was so nice to have a relatively normal conversation (not just sporadically phrases in poor Spanish), and it made me recognize that I hadn’t been saying a single word during the entire day and that I intensely missed the daily social interaction. At home, I enjoying being on my own and get lost in my own thoughts, but only when I choose it. That is not the same thing as being involuntarily alone! It is not good to be alone with your own thought too long.

Accepting that I was not a superhuman who didn’t needed any company, I reached out to the girl I met the other day when hiking up to the paramos of Sumapáz. She got happy when I called her and she explained that she also had been feeling a bit lonely her. Said and done, we decided to go on a guided fruit tour at a local market (called Paloquemao). The market was located in the not so great area of Santa Fé. We had to go there with a bus that went straight through the red light district, with open and legal prostitution, and our good mode faded away… Many, mainly young women and girls, are forced to sell their body due to the history of violence in the country, which have teared apart the society and increased the class distinctions. It was really horrifying to witness, and what made it worse was to know that the government allow it to proceed. I guess it is their way of keeping it under control, but it doesn’t solve the problem. 
  
After this awful experience, we soon arrived to the fruit market, which was a huge construction with a never ending maze of booths selling literally everything and anything! Fortunately we had our guide, Daniel, who navigated us around the place and letting us taste all sorts of fruits, one more exotic than the other (Zapote, Anon, Feijoa, Mangostino, Guanábana, Pitahaya, Lulo, and so many more). In the end of the tour, one and each of us had to name the winner of all fruits and then we would get that fruit as a smoothie version. Hurray, what a great ide I thought! My favorite was a small, and oval fruit, called Feijoa. Boosted with antioxidants and energy, heading back to the bus stop, my stomach started to communicate… Apparently it didn’t like all the vitamins and fibers. Well, nothing to worry about I wished silently and continued all the way back to the city where me and Jeriza took an Uber back towards the hostel. THIS WAS NOT A GREAT IDEA! First of all, out driver seemed to have no clue of how to navigate in the city and his GPS buzzed of frustration every time he took the wrong way. It was not the only thing buzzing, by now my stomach had really starting to freak out. Getting food poisoned in a city, the size of New York, with traffic jams everywhere is nothing I wish would happen even to my worst enemies. The driver got more and more stressed when he noticed that I wasn’t quite well. Jeriza, who speaks Spanish convinced him to try and find a toilet on the way but by then we were in the worst possible neighborhood. He refused to stop there, with the argument that we all would get mugged within five seconds. However, two minutes later, when I almost reintroduced the fruit smoothie in the backseat of his car, he suddenly got convinced that it was a great idea to stop after all. Most fortunately we found a gas station with a toilet, and without being mugged we could drive home after that.

Sadly, I missed out on the salsa event later that evening, and another hike to the paramos that I would have loved to go to. The only good thing with the food poison was that I had time to write this post. 

Kommentarer
Postat av Per Nygren

"Montezumas hämnd" brukar det ju kallas. Inte kul.
Många vackra och häftiga frukter var det i alla fall! Du kommer nog igång med studierna när allt lugnat ner sig. Och håll kontakten med din vän så du har sällskap på fritiden!

Postat av Kajsa

Det ä

Postat av Kajsa

Det är en befrielse att läsa din resedagbok.Jag undrar konstant vad du gör.♥️

subscribe

Få uppdateringar via e-post

Ange ditt namn och e-postadress för att få ett mail när medlemmarna du följer uppdaterar sin resa.

Close

Logga in med Facebook

Glömt ditt lösenord? Bli medlem
Close

Bli medlem