I am back in Ibagué after my trip to Cali & Puerto Tejada. I was pretty sick with a cold this weekend, so I did nothing during my last weekend in Ibagué. This coming weekend I have a trip to the neighboring national park planned, and the weekend after that I head out on my travel adventures in Colombia (Barranquilla for a day of ¡Carnival!, Santa Marta's glacier & indigenous tribes, & San Andres' coral reefs & Caribbean beaches).
This morning on the bus I was struck by the way in which the buses drive in this town (& country, for that matter). I would NOT want to be on a motorcycle or bicycle here in Colombia. Buses practically plow them over, honking with their mega-horns all the while. All to race ahead to subsequently stop to let a passenger off. It is maniacal! When the seats are all taken and I am standing in the aisle of the bus, holding on to the steel rods above head, and the bus driver is jerking into gear after gear, reaching 40 MPH a few hundred yards behind a stop light, I think to myself, does this happen in Boston, and I just never noticed?
This week we have a few events planned for my departure, apparently. There is a game with the kids tomorrow morning, and then a party Thursday evening, and another game Friday morning with the other group. Very sweet, and I am super glad to have a chance to say goodbye, officially, but I will be in the office next week, and hopefully doing some rounds in technical training classes, so I will see the kids once more after the "going away game" more likely than not.
I will post pictures of the game tomorrow.
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