On the run

ABC Alarm, Salsa Festival in Cali and breakdown at the wheel

The World Games are over, The Salsa Festival also. I changed my hostel twice and am now staying with Indre and Marcelino, living in Cali.

The first hostel I left, because it was something filthy, the rest have given me the shoes of another traveler. That was really crude. You have stunk so, you're almost tipped over five meters in front of the dorm door. Although I had my bed right by the window, but had the room, even though I put the shoes on the terrace, still stunk like the plague. So extreme I have not experienced. Only in Cartagena I shared the dorm with a chain-smoking Frenchman, wore it pretty contaminated shoes and took off unfortunately for sleeping. (Here I could flee to the other corner of the Dorms) Continue reading